I don't know if it's -
a blessing, or if i'm cursed.
When there are always four things going,
which do you do first?

Do you think about it too?
I'm not sure what it's like -
for you, or you, or you, or you,
but for me, for me, for me, for me -

It's something.
It's everything.
It's anything.
It's nothing.

Thinking of you.
Thinking of me.
Thinking of us.
All these thoughts….

all  the  time .
all  the  time .
all  the  time .
all  the  time .
  
Everything,  always,   all  at  once .
Everything,  always,   all  at  once . Everything,  always,   all  at  once .
Everything,  always,   all  at  once .

Who decides right from wrong
Sometimes the line is so fine
You can’t see both shadows and light?
Why do we have to be so far to one side
Creating a distance where we can each hide
Regurgitating words without taking a breath
Speaking on death, and definitions of life
Heaving on sighs, the nazis and woke
Spewing our spittle until we both choke
Look with your eyes, who’s truly in danger
The people you hurt aren’t always a stranger