What be the acts you commit a thousand miles from me?
You my constant companion in this masquerade.
What face do you choose to show?
What personality shall shine?
I miss our games
but solitude can also be divine.
A slave to my own perceptions I strive for perfection!
My heart balloons with anxiety, attempting to meet the vision my eyes are pumping
My fingers scamper sand script secrets like a scorpion across hot sand
While trying to mimic the thoughts I have into words,
It’s never even close!
Where be you now my white peddled princess
My muffler girl?
You who inhale but stay pure?
What tricks do you pull in my absence?
What idols do you pray to in my honor?
Do you recognize my existence outside of what I am
am I more
Where were you when I did my day today?
Where were you in second grade
my second grade?
I want to know the thoughts that spawned my love
What thoughts in your parents’ minds came to make thee?
What cosmic comedy made you my key?
How many times can I think of you and keep it fresh?