Capable Soul

Swirling lifelessly in a maze of confusion brought on by fate and it's dutiful martyrs. Hopelessly falling from grace as people are undermining everything I want to do. Knowing nothing that I do will produce the results wanted by other's, I curl up in a circle so they no longer can get to or hurt me with their sorrow. Falling into abysses left open by tears of grief, staunchly attempting to walk through all this paltry defeat placed on my shoulders by unconcerned, uncaring people in my sphere of life right now. Jumping no more through their narrow hoops, lying back resting, ignoring all requests being thrown at me. Stubbornly rigid from now on, if you want me, I'll be waiting in the middle of a desert of my own imagination, no longer listening to you on any plain. Fate has now meshed and blended with my capable soul, so there is nothing you can do that will make my mind alter it's decisions against you.