I cannot allow defeat to defeatism,
so I'll defeat my demons instead.
I must beat the feeling I'm already beaten
or face giving up my soul to the dead.
Yet death is something conclusive,
and it is finality I have always wanted.
If I could see the plans in their clear contrast
I would not feel so damned and daunted.
If I could capture every mistaken moment
like some embarrassing polaroid snap,
the details might be free to observe at will
but more dwelling would not prevent their mishap.
So conclusion is something of a fairweather friend
which falsely shows up at the end;
maybe I'm better to be beaten by the dark,
for on the dark I can always depend...