Deeply me

This is no suicide, though, I look forward to my end.
Motivationally pure, so, who can question intent?
Logical and lucid, though, my mind can be as the wind.
One social and demure. So many sides to implement.

Conflicted by the easing trickery the world provides,
I may be found zoning out to Open Door-“Lithium”.
Fitting that simply vanishing could hold what time divides.
And, she’d agree. “Peace of mind’s” not only an idiom.

It’s crucial to pay for the Holy Blacksmith’s services.
HE makes the perfect instruments for just such a mind-set.
To examine my resolve I leave my curses as is
And antidotes for weakness, I haven’t tried to find yet.

I feel free, like a breeze. I can flow about as I please.
I may even resemble a cooling mist in the air.
I may even resemble the rustling sound in the trees.
I stand or move fluently without much, about, I care.

The tedious daily matters are matters I don’t need,
Which makes it easier for me to apply attention
Onto those things that need for me to tear up, sweat and bleed
In order to extract proper answers from contention.

I find great delight in lively debates with the clever.
Progression stems from roots of positive conversation.
And, with you, I await the hottest dialogue ever.
But, how to fight when your eyes look like a constellation.

Never mind too much worldly pleasure for men on missions.
Enormous hopes make surmounting difficulties easy.
I might find no small pain in making the wrong decisions,
But, you can believe my reserves run so deep it’s creepy.

I boast for The MOST HIGH, for this is how I have been built.
Lastly, mon cher, I must say, two opposing sides may do.
Soon we’ll see which garden portions will bloom and which will wilt.
I Pray moonlight messengers outweigh the doubters in you.