“Pull yourself together!” Too many things to pull
Left right and centre
I want to pull it apart
To make it stop
The beginning and the end I will never see
My microcosm of a life will pull until death
All that will stop is my existence
So many things to regret
Not to regret
On a new day
My pens have little ink left
Find one with ink still
The pen is resilient so far
I survive another hour
Pen I say to love you and record
Opposites always attracting
Love and hate
Pulling near and away
To survive this day
To exist another night
Where existence and none existence lets go utterly
And accept it find a place where there is not black and white
To live in a continual flow
Like the rivers and sea you loved
A continuity from shame, hate to love and happiness
We will live or die
In the end nothing matters
Life is all we know
Are we so terrified of who we are?
Do we want to be who we are?
Fear the concept of a frozen mind!