So,
I'm trying to
Understand you
Even though
I don't really
Want to
Smooth tricks
All the mental
Ticks
And tocks
Of the brain
Your penchant
For spending
Time alone
And also not
Deep in thought
Guzzling on
The distinguished
Stigma
Of holding
All the
Cosmic grudges
Finding depth
In cantankerous
Plot twists
Keep on adding them
To your
"Son of a ***** list
Just see
What you'll get
Keep having
Your fits
Each one
Of your
Personalities
Will double
And you'll
No longer know
Which one caused
You the trouble
You'll fall
When you wake up
And ill-starred
Unaware
Blundering
Through the dark
It's sad to say
You'll forget
Who you are
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
So,
I'm trying to
Understand you
Even though
I don't really
Want to
Smooth tricks
All the mental
Ticks
And tocks
Of the brain
Your penchant
For spending
Time alone
And also not
Deep in thought
Guzzling on
The distinguished
Stigma
Of holding
All the
Cosmic grudges
Finding depth
In cantankerous
Plot twists
Keep on adding them
To your
"Son of a ***** list
Just see
What you'll get
Keep having
Your fits
Each one
Of your
Personalities
Will double
And you'll
No longer know
Which one caused
You the trouble
You'll fall
When you wake up
And ill-starred
Unaware
Blundering
Through the dark
It's sad to say
You'll forget
Who you are
The slow process of forgetting who you are.
An admonition to myself, and those who wonder.
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