You would just
give up
all of this consciousness
for what?
Just to start it all over again
And for what?
To start the fucl(ing cycle all over again.
Your makeup and accessories
take up for the excess in me
as you try to diverge
and I return from whence we came.
Though we both can see the light,
I tend to do it out of spite;
you define what you think’s right,
I’ll show you how it’s all the same.
Have you no respect
of the unprecedented next
which made its living selling tabloids
of an all too vivid past?
If it couldn’t be done before,
tell me, why would you want more?
Your peace a dwindling helix,
how long will you make it last?