Can take the lesson
but leave the story
repeating the past
just gets boring

here were are
crafting our way
warcraft of worlds
sidesteps and sways

up in the tower
she sits and she waits
processing the aether
developing relations with fates

sorting and analyzing
the meta maiden way
each node of the web
must be elevated to save the day

she putters and moans
when everything hurts
body moves so heavy
energy comes in spurts

just trudging along
holding back tears
ego deathed some time ago
manifested the fears

let them in and through
she read in a book
3rd eye goes too
and takes a look

alone she remains
save for the cat
reality is a farce
and that's a fact

the rage that she holds
empowers the hands
letting tears for
catharsis forming bands

of brothers and sisters
of mistresses and misters

collecting trading cards of people
makes sense to few
but when I get it
lazer eyes - pew pew pew

calling out for support
she knows what she needs
working towards something selfless
means more than food feeds

there was no place
for someone like me
it's so hard
when all you want is to be seen

as a self
with some realness
and maybe to be able to
let go of feeling this

there are easier ways
that we can all be good
I'm surprised that it came to me
as the one who decided she should

I'mma gonna flip the table
the script, write the book,
of the ease in which
mood changes with a look

chasing the where's waldo of emotions
doesn't get you very far
when what you're looking for
is what you already are.