My hair is messy,
My make up’s off,
My heart is tough,
But my skin is soft.
I walk through the space.
The space walks through me.
I am this lonely planet’s billionth progeny.
I revere and ravage,
She nurtures and reaps.
This classic co-dependance is naturally unhealthy.
How can I compete?
How to be complete...
I’m just one lost soul in a black hole with two twisted feet.
Left handed,
Forever branded:
Too rich a soul for a poor economy.