“It’s all in your head”, On repeat to forestall entropy, My mind’s in two places at once, Needing more - Incessantly yearning for more, Yet overcome with gratitude That I should receive anything at all.
you are syntax and semantics phonetics and phonology you are written and oral formal and informal you are past and future now and forever you are identity and heritage togetherness and uniqueness you are simple and complex imperfect and perfect you are language.
It's really great to see you again - But who are you exactly? With an uncanny likeness to someone I once knew. A traitor of culture and face. A soul come adrift. Where do you wish to be? You've always desired more, Yet I see your future clear. An empty carcass devoid of what gave you self. A voice soft-spoken and bathed in envy, Lacking cognizance and perpetuating hedonistic acts. A departure from your familiar figure with a ghastly outstretched hand Requesting I become like you, Abandoning oneself and Embracing thy disarray.
Do you hear the muttering? Foul and desperate falsities fencing through the air? Do you hear them cluttering, in fickle clamor over futures in despair? Certainly you hear them fluttering? In a fervent dichotomy facing disrepair. All I hear is fomented stuttering, Sowing division, in deleterious affair.