It's complicated

God only knows but myself

It's like my burning throat being fed with the pure liquor

A burning thought in a void like nothing, and yet it is still more than the fading dust

It burns the hands

It sucks the heart dry

It drags the mood

With the heavy expense of my time and youth, a resolution is just lying there

So near to be caught

So clear to be told

But it is still a resolution that resolves nothing

A resolution with a disguise of void

I don't know if that is real or not

So I am just stoned

Completely stoned

Hesitated

Indecisional

Clouded

Feeling this void

Why don't I just move on?