i've lived enough
enough to know
that what you feel that's stored below
within your heart and mind and soul
the hatred that you must console
a warmth that lingers in your bones
a warmth taken up by cold
it's selfish to say
because it's no fault but my own
we wander paths of vivid difference
merging and colliding and falling away
i am no monster
no heart of stone
just lost and wandering
no place to go