One,

         Two,

                   Or a million,

Lines driving themselves,

Through the divisions,

That tear my cranium apart,

Been burdened with a heart,

That won't stay in tune.


One,

         Two,

                   Or a million,

Destinations at my fingertips,

Loving nothing,

Hating everything,

Everywhere,

All at once.


One,

        Two,

                  Or a million,

Of merging possibilities,

An uncomfortable rage,

And apathetic inspiration,

Burrowing holes inside,

My rotting cavities.