I don’t mean to write this,
But I have to wonder if…
The world is dependant on MY personal fulfillment?
So as I try to transcend words
Into meaning
I HOPE you get
Who are we
The we that is we
And the who that is me that is you
Ain’t it true,
That things ain’t never what they supposed to be?
And though this is seriously serious
I can’t help but feel a bit delirious
Because this is all SO mysterious…
You know the thing
That divide us from us
Wonder why I make a fuss?
So silly of me to want us for us
As I play with words
And you play with yourselves
Trying SO hard to get better and better
If only…we could STOP feeding on that THING!
After all we is we
And that’s all we pretend to be…
TOTALLY understandable…right?
If only it all weren’t TOTALLY misunderstood
Trying to understand me
By misunderstanding yourselves…
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