you're right
you're absolutely right
I fake I lie
exaggerate & write

what does it matter
what I see
I'm convinced that
they're all parts of me

it's a matter of
self-importance
of fear of faith
of fear of death

it spreads thin
the fabric of soul
of heart and all
things kept consoled

it's all things
I think I need
to transcend time
and my being

don't listen to
the things I say
I sit and dream
and think of ways

to make me what
you always see
eyes open, closed
or in between

I long for worth
for meaning
I'll find it somewhere
in anything

don't consider
what's conveyed
rambling appeasement
from my head

it won't matter
long from now
when nature
reassumes control

it shouldn't matter
but I'm convinced
it won't matter
at the end of this