Dark circles around your eyes,
You open them wider, but your face hurts.
You need to help yourself,
Wake up, all risk, no gain.
You are a fool, yet you own it,
Hanging on, misunderstood all along.
How can desire make people do strange things…
Do we all want to be particular?
Do we all need to see triangular?
Heart, Need, Breathe.
Do we all need to fall in love?
What if your worst self was your best self,
But the dopamine of ignorance wins every time?
What if you were right all along,
And people kept dragging you down, casting a long shadow over your sanity?
What would have happened if you’d dared more?
Would you still be the same?