Unfashionable

Doing battle with,

the building blocks of human nature.

Condemnation,

and feelings of pity

and failure.

And all the lies!

That,

coagulate and breed,

spinning out pieces,

of dirty thread,

that bind into place

the spirit

and the questions it asks.

That cast into a battle,

with itself,

the prodigal one

trying to climb,

despite the greasy web.

But ultimately falls,

back into place.

A place of longing.

Of need without necessity.

Of desire without love.

What is this place?

Where time stands still,

yet races on.

Where you are always just,

one step away,

from having it all.

Chasing down ghosts,

of a seasonable colour.

While bound,

to a sinking ship of envy.