I am fixing the racetrack
where all the thoughts there
have turned black,
reclaiming my isolated dignity,
retraining every part of my thoughts,
connecting every incomplete dot
which will lead me to the adjacent poles
that are satisfied with their own nature.
Science taught me nothing but
selective decision and a sense of entrapment.
Whisper to your pillow before
every intentional breath
“Am I just a vehicle to every unidentifiable selfishness, or am I just living up to my own means?”
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
I am fixing the racetrack
where all the thoughts there
have turned black,
reclaiming my isolated dignity,
retraining every part of my thoughts,
connecting every incomplete dot
which will lead me to the adjacent poles
that are satisfied with their own nature.
Science taught me nothing but
selective decision and a sense of entrapment.
Whisper to your pillow before
every intentional breath
“Am I just a vehicle to every unidentifiable selfishness, or am I just living up to my own means?”