I’m searching for my muchness, As the mad hatter always said, I’m looking for the lively part Of me inside that’s dead. Scrambling after my Integrity That crashed against the floor Wondering about cohesiveness Between who I am and was before. Bits and pieces scatter an awful kind of mess
Still that bottle of adhesive nimble hands and held breaths Still add up to time spent on things You can’t fix. They all call me their rock, I think im more of a brick. I say I’m a bad *****, But they all call me a ****. And when the ground slips and mask crumbles When I lose my grip on my cover And I sob like a kid, no one will love me Like I always thought that they did. So back to the puzzle Hand me the crazy glue. I need a few eons and patience an I’ll be good as new. Given for contingency I’ll be as good as you.