Your questions
Are cursed with time
With loops
Of nothingness
My gift
Was a soul
So pure
That could see the light
In your sadistic humiliations
And a mind
So logical
To solve a problem with my bare hands
And a body
So doll
That I could give up
Cause I believe
No matter what I think
I'm only a drop in the ocean
Bearing the weights
Not to bother the grains