Okay, okay okay
I’ll make sense of you
I have yet to meet you
There’s this conviction in me that I will
I hate it
It’s unfounded
I breathe it in song, wear it in prose
It looms in phantom chills, I feel it from within
Not from the heart, no, that’s garbage
What am I? A Victorian maiden?
I adore my head, yes
A very unpopular opinion
It tells me no
It hates you so much
Could you blame it?
You could’ve come sooner
Before all the flaying alive and whatnot
Now it’s pissed off
Enough to keep me content and cold
Warmth? Pfft! Overrated much?
But then there’s that conviction
It should not be alive at all
It’s annoying
That’s what you are
Annoying
I was mistaken a few times
I was off guard, they were brilliant
Mostly you but not quite
They pass by, and I miss YOU
See what I mean? So annoying!
Even if I were to see you someday soon
What am I meant to be doing with you?
I’m pretty happy
You’re probably too
Pointless
Stomp on it, somebody kill it
I will not become some lame creationist
That viscid conviction
Have it lose, to ego, to logic
Leave me be! I’m good, promise!