You claim yourself to be
A lack of symmetry,
From what you are
And what you dream
And what you’ll never be.

The teeth marks on your bed
And worries in your head,
Knotted stomach
And praying heart,
We share a common thread.

For, we’re all ****** lives
And only love survives.
We know not more,
No knowledge stored
Past communal archives.

So, don’t claim yourself to be
A life lived absently,
For you’re still young,
If you’re alive,
There’s time to swim the sea.