What is family?
What is happiness?
What is long love?
The second you think you have it figured,
The poles reverse,
And you are thrust into a new labyrinth,
Like a modern dance,
Sharp and melancholy,
What a sad world we live in.
You can only trust you,
But that is not humane,
And with such a view,
We will bring destruction upon ourselves.
The desire to proliferate changes life,
Without you are free,
But are you complete?
Are you ignorantly young?
Always playing?
I am back to questions.
Back to the beginning of a new book,
Unable to commit to any one cover,
Forever nomadic,
I live on buses,
I am stressed out,
By everything but me.
Everything is temporary,
No matter how all-encompassing it feels at times,
Does that mean nothing is dependable?
I have to let go.
I am not in control.
In this reality,
There are too many ways of living,
Too many ways to pursue.
And what is most important,
Is no longer necessary,
Or respected,
Or desired,
Are we all that selfish?
What is our world coming to?
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