who

w h o

who are

w h o  a r e  

who are you

w h o  a r e   y o u

Focus your attention somewhen else.
The somewhom you remember
is gathered dusty on the shelf.

Some other time.
A phrase some good, mostly bad.
Focus on the times in which you  had.

**** it. Keep in time, in the then,
forget the now and the soon to be when.
Get lost. *******.
Pout about it until you deign to sin.

Forget yourself.
Earn your regret.

Have I lost my way
been tossed astray
depraved and often caught in shame

I am Phi Kenzie
suspend all your envy
I’m plenty unfriendly and tense up when sensing

The touch of another
to shutters and covers
and run for the river, ride rough with the rudder

Flown under the radar
I hoped it would stay dark
but no, it’s the day and it breaks the equator

I could go on about my fears
they won’t disappear
peerless endearment from people jeering for years

Eerie queries in tears
near and dear to mine own ears
rearing iridescent essence empirically in spirit

Hear it speared into the ether
reverberating meter
ceaselessly tinker on the readers need to reach eureka neater

It is true that we all have an identity and it is true that it has been with us since birth,
It is also true to say that we as certain and specific individuals have chosen to ignore disregard and change our supposed identity in exchange for one that is perhaps only coherent to them and their thoughts
It's a “ chicken and egg” argument, what came first , the body or the mind?
Did consciousness slowly evolve as it was gently dipped or violently thrown into an abandoned society, or was a new-born childs greatest gift an unseen preordained fabrication of it's own existence

The world around, this is the mind at large
So how can you be judge and jury
When you're fostering an identity
Of which you are not in charge
To be what you desire
Is the answer for one
But to be what you are
Is the answer for all
And if it is a battle
Between body and mind you are torn
Then the simplicity
Is not an irrational irregularity
It's the power of reason to understand
That the mind of constraints came after
The physical was born
It is the eyes that see
And a mind that you follow blindly
Knowledge at birth
Wisdom with age

It has already died inside of you,
the feeling you had,
the voice whispering pretty words,
little dwarf inside your head,
he got depressed, he's anxious, your inner voice died inside of itself.
And you are running through the people, trying to reach dwarf inside of the stranger,
once you reach the other's dwarf, soon you find out, that's what you needed, dwarf's help. And you keep worrying about the dwarf who keeps yours safe, and eventually that's you who suffer the most, as it's not the dwarf who is dying now.