Oh that I believed in solipsism All those fears of gossip would blossom in little polyps all over my mind Making what everyone thought of me Simply- everything I think of myself Oh that I could reach the first impressions with an all-encompassing blindfold And emerge from behind the curtain as the person I am in this moment If ice cubes melt I surely don't exist anymore Because that was years ago So what am I? Oh that I didn't believe in a God And the only person to hide from was myself Which in itself is impossible But disappointing the only other person who knows of my existence Makes it harder to find reasons to be permanent Perhaps ice cubes are better for this reason Becoming less and less significant as you warm them with your hands Because I don't want to be anything To anyone (Not anymore)