Detest

I have to choose what I detest

Either dreaming, which my mind hates

Or action, which my awareness loathes

I am confused

I sit alone in silence

To focus more on the way that I am living

I am losing you

And this place isn't comfortable

I retaliate by not speaking

So I guess I will lose

Detesting both, I choose neither

But since I must on occasion

Either dream or act

I mix the two things together