Midlife regression

Midlife crisis

but it’s infantile regression

As I seek maternal comfort

from the brink of my depression

And to think the past would nurture me

Was bound to be abusive

I went looking for salvation

In those worries most elusive

I’ve been purified in purchases

I promised not to prosper off

My truest lies in full disguise

My selfishness as common cause

And when my eyes are haunted

by a future I can’t see

I’ll spend my years repeating errors

that were never meant to be