I am not as here as I like to think I am
I have become thin
Petty annoyances piss me off
Can someone just say yes for fuck sake?
The no’s are our teachers, wisdom echoes
I am not as here as I’d like to be
It’s not rocket science
I know the calculus of sufficiency
Yet I do not use it
It all comes back to me
My reality orbits around my choice
As long as I choose to see it, and willing to answer
which is worse, the tyranny of smooth lies
or the brutality of naked fascism?
The impermanence of my cocoon will be upon me
Either I choose, or my choice will be made for me