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I don’t know what to think anymore. 7/11/05
These thoughts won’t become of me.
These thoughts cannot suffice
or simplify your standards
of who I am to be.
These thoughts escape me.
I am twisted an malleable
twisting and winding
around and down
your pipe dream.
There is nothing to me that cannot be seen
except for what I really mean.
These thoughts won’t become of me.
These thoughts cannot suffice
or simplify your standards
of who I am to be.
These thoughts escape me.
I am opaque when I am happy
yet so transparent when in loneliness.
I let the crowds gather around my
unraveling display of character
to watch me come undone softly
so they can break off my pieces easily.
After all
This what they came to see.
These thoughts won’t become of me.
These thoughts cannot suffice
or simplify your standards
of who I am to be.
These thoughts escape me.
