Could you be
A self-fulfulling dichotomy
Like me?
A wandering sense of vividry
In scenes
Colored with opposing needs.
Yes, my giving tree
Roots in sand I can never see
Smallest on that quartz-driven scale
Nostalgic grains beneath my feet
Could you be?
Every part as red as green
Every sense of dread and jealousy
Or a calming shrine of divinity
Pinned to skins that flex can reach
Yet opposing in all it's risability
And topped with easy-going seas
No trough apart from crest or peak
I know I am me
But could you be?
That light of mind
Every bit of numb as art
Every choking hole as freedom
Yearning in sleep but set apart
That crowd we all took comfort from
Or so we thought
Every smile as was a pout
Every love had as was lost
Self-conscious loathes but confident
Energetic hopes but wearing down
Could you be?
What you said and what you think?
Or is it really so hard to believe
To define in terms of identity
All the parts that make us seem
As if we belonged to no scene
No park nor place nor street
Just optimistic negativity
Laid-in-the-ground uncertainty
Deaf and blind but sounds to see
Could you convince the world that's how we're meant to be?
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