Adaptation

What do I do when my way is lost ?
When freedom is the cost,
Strangers are the ones you can trust,
The heart is worn, devoured by rust,
But it's too late anyway,
The price has been paid,
And consequence is this
Other chance I live in,
Far from the truth.

Perfection is a dream,
An abstract thought, fleeting in absolution
If it occurs at all,
Even construction after planning,
Might not succeed,
To make what you need,
So leave it be,
Adapt your thoughts, the world within -
The world outside just won't listen.

It's dissapeared years ago,
Maybe I'd wait for another go but,
We're on different paths, they'll never cross,
I tell myself when this thought nibbles my fingertip,
Craving attention it wants,
Pressure wins, it gets.

Where personalities would clash,
I'll avoid the spot,
Cool them down if too hot,
The middle-man, middle ground,
Everyone gets on, but no one gets off.

Merging into the atmosphere,
To erase the fear,
That's always here,
Whether it seems or not,
But this way I go,
Fade the past,
Stuck in no one's memory,
So many new encounters; all fleeting.