If I were serious
Notably concerned
With all the problems of the world
Would I live deeper?
Or richer or fuller?
Or sweeter?
Or vaguer and weaker
And indecisively static?
Do I need to feel you too?
Feel you in my clothes
Taste you in my food?
The world is big
And I don’t think I comprehend it.
I don’t think I could be smart enough,
Don’t have the right to write it.
The mirror doesn’t tell it all.
The mirror doesn’t tell at all.
I will succumb
I will succumb to what I know
I know the fear of being born
Without a calling I think matters.
It’s all drama and imagination.
Who was I last year?
I was Jesus
I was Theseus
I was Dream before his Nada shattered.
Will you assure me?
Assure me that the family always stands?
I guess it’s love
Or something bigger,
Some cloud that won’t pass over.
Oh Religion! When I’m with her
Put me in her,
Make me feel something more.
The mirror doesn’t tell it all,
The mirror doesn’t care at all,
I wish I never cared at all.
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