In a midnight shiver, I woke from the sweating, forgetting quickly what started me.
Back into my routines, the function returns, and I lose context.

It's alarming, but yet I'm not alarmed of every broken thing I've made to distract me.
So down, I reconnect with my conceited selfishness,
grasping for a breath of life, I'm willing to take it right from you.
Still, there you are, attacking my naive dog heart.  
It's confusing.

Ignorance seems ever elusive, and as I stretch to embrace her, she eats me whole.
Here I am not bound by any contrived rules, and no one could tell me the future.