Well, how do I feel now?
A mix of emotions washes over me.
My emotions are like a web—
messy, tangled, inescapable.
I’m upset, mostly at myself.
I wonder why I care so much,
but I already know the answer.
And that answer is what upsets me the most.
They say the truth will set you free,
but first, it will anger you.
I know the truth, yet I am not free.
My heart is tied, locked.
You have the key.
You always find a way to slip into my thoughts,
even my dreams.
I wish you would leave me alone.
I want to forget your existence,
yet I can’t.
You are stuck to me like a plague—
the irony.
But what about this truly upsets me?
What is it that I want from you?
Maybe your attention.
Maybe something more.
Your actions anger me.
I have a strong dislike for stupidity and ignorance,
and you have shown me both.
I cannot change you,
but I wish I could mold you like clay.
You make bad choices,
and your response to things
shows a lack of morality.
It frustrates me.
One of the thousand questions in my mind is:
why are you like this?
Is it your mother?
A mother is a gardener,
and a child is the seed.
How the gardener tends to the seed
determines whether it thrives or withers.
And you—
you are wilted, damaged.
It shouldn’t bother me,
but it does,
because I care for you.
I know your capability,
your capacity.
But your gardener has failed you.
And for that,
I am sorry.

all the time eyes search,
for that one, absolute, truth;
unknown, but right here!

A sprightly snail crawls,
etching a message as it moves;
cryptic conundrum.

I took a class in psychology,
But who could ever hope to know
The inner wanderings of a lost soul,
The mechanisms making you tick,
You, conflicting conundrums and
Cautious contradictions...
You have classically conditioned my mind
To fumble over your chapter,
With your classical ways..
Heuristics never applied to you,
You are Freudian; hopelessly undefinable
And impossibly right

There is a thing called Forever
it can be a scary thing
it watches you when you wake
notices when you sleep
hears every light whisper
knows every secret you keep
holds in its hands all you love
and at its feet all your hopes
your dreams hang from above
and everywhere it mopes
Forever is unknowable
for Time gave birth to it
because Time loved Uncertainty
so much that they had to be together
Forever.

the limitless complex
cosmic ocean dance,
the whole phenomena
deep within is a tiny seed,
one single moment, for ever.

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