Take a moment,
Oh please just take your time.
While I stand idle
And let you guide my unnatural lines.
My eyes aren’t what they seem.
They haven’t been in quite some time,
But I dream and hope for
Times of lessened lies.
I wobble, I weave
And sometimes, Oh sometimes
I stumble in between.
I ponder the notions
That the “I’s” are just shattered dreams.
I’m met with realization,
A parabola inconsequential
To my recreational needs
And though I’m problematic
The sound of sunder is my feed.
I am, therefore I think
But I think I’m running from who I am…

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