Carbon dioxide

Its never enough, atleast not for me. For years I've walked away with the smaller end but ever since then I refuse to even try to spike my luck. I feel every part of it in my throat, in my eyes, and in my chest. The feeling taking over, the resilience of our naive souls. No one knowing any better but certainly not anyone wanting to. We each carry a part of the story in our own heads, we each carry a memory that others have already forgotten. We make our way down seperate roads, some dead ends, some that are unfamiliar, and even more wrenching, some we just can't out of. It haunts me or more then less guides my mind to be smart because when a sign of weakness is shown the tables always turn.