Stop Saying "I"

Your eyes are different than mine.





They Glow a greedy Green.
Like the world, the one you see-





Very differently than me…


I see the world as what it could be,



Rather than what is it…
I tend to care more about yesterday,



Than I do today…
Wars of a hundred years ago fascinate me more,



Than the wars of the present…
And I’d rather fight for tomorrow‘s dreamers,



Instead of surviving today…
I trust the words on a page,



More than I trust my own intellect.
I am a ignorant fool who believes in her own worthlessness..



And I need to stop using the word “I.”















Gone.

I need to focus on the little details


Of a Small picture…
Rather than the general idea



Of a gargantuan mural…








This is our only similarity.


But soon this will be gone.





Soon this will be…

Absolute Chaos.

Pure Inanity.
Possible Insanity.

Acute Rambling.
A Maniacal Laugh.

A slow revelation…
Building anticipation…

And Still…



Could it be? Creation?




“Now! Now! Now!” Your green eyes cry.

No. A Sharp Decline.


Gone.




“Lies! Again, Try!”


Gone!

And still…

I don’t even know who I am,

So tell me,
How could do you see,


And Know,
What I am meant to be?


When I have so much to Say!


About Life and Love and Death and…
Gone.