A need to stop caring, stop feeling needed, naive. Still it's me. Living in the bubble. Popping every day. With every new piece of information. Slowly surely the picture becomes compleat.
Sometimes reminded not to give in to temptations. Other times letting it take full control. Unpredictable motives driving, being driven, with no place to go.
Yes it's me. It's absolute. Partial or impartial, proportioned to the whole. Irregardless, regardless, taking everything to account. Defining, depriving, 1, 2, and me.
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