Constantly Constant

My worst enemy

Always presumed

To know me due to me

Having been my own

But now I see

Not that sight or time

Or the lack thereof

Or too much alone

Is what pulls me away

And ails me the most

No, instead most steadily

It is the engine of note

The human heart of hope

Which pulls at my mind

When my time is too much to me my own

Then all of my fears are shown

For I am powerless against an unknown

Me