I bash my head against the wall again,
Having reinvented myself every year:
Do you know what I've found?

I've found dozens of eggshells battered and smashed,
Tossed carelessly at the largest brick wall I've ever seen.
I've found thousands of ways to say the same thing,
Over and over again, going nowhere.
I've found the backdoor entrance that leads to a tunnel
Right back where it fucking start.

Some fucking joke, huh?

You could wear a thousand different skins;
I'd still find you.
I've worn a thousand more than you,
And they do no good.

Do you know what they do when they topple monoliths?
Do you know they did when the Great Brick Wall came crashing down?
There wasn't much dancing and there wasn't much glee.
No one seemed very pleased, to be honest.
It looked like a part of them was missing,
Like somehow, they missed that giant fucker staring them down,
Watching them as they shuffled along into cheery oblivion.
People like honest boundaries because they're naturally paranoid.
They'd rather see what is clipping their wings
Than sit around worrying what might.

But you dance away.
I've reinvented myself every year,
But I get no closer.
You could wear a thousand and I'd find you;
A thousand more and I'd find you still.
But you dance away,
Running off alone, into the darkness just out of my vision.

Sometimes,
I have to stop feeling sorry for myself,
Sit down on the gravel road
And just laugh at how fucking stupid I can be.
Those times,
I like to trace pictures in the dirt
Of smoke clouds rising above Vietnam villages
And the fires that burn up what isn't choked out.
It reminds me that
This is just a game,
Just a passing phase.

But not today.
Today, I bash my head against the wall again.
Circles tend to repeat themselves.

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This was quite different in tone to my normal stuff, so I saw fit to post it.

I like the imagery in this one. Very crisp, blunt. Also liking the hopelessness, banality. The frustration of it all. Very good. Not your usual style but one I'm liking from you.