What can I do?
Is a burden
I’ll never truly shake

It thrives
Beneath my skin
It pursues my roving thoughts

Like a shadow
Tailored, in the fabric
Of misdeeds, long ago

How my mind
Loves to dwell
In the squalor of ages lost

How it yearns
To drive the sleeping
Into the arms of consciousness

To pry out the flawed roots
And forever inquire
What can I do?