My words are born
Of self-absorption
This eagerness for
Transmogrification of
A self that constantly fails
At this project of conception...
To understand the world --
This grand undertaking
Nothing but motions of futility
Yet I can't comply
I cannot submit
For I am the personification
Of incredulity.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC
My words are born
Of self-absorption
This eagerness for
Transmogrification of
A self that constantly fails
At this project of conception...
To understand the world --
This grand undertaking
Nothing but motions of futility
Yet I can't comply
I cannot submit
For I am the personification
Of incredulity.
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