I’ve been thinking
The whole thing
This quest for what is real
Utter bullshit
I mean, c’mon now
How many different ways
Can we be told that our lives could be
Might be, have to be, driven by
Some sort of desire to feel like, that was how
I began every sentence with a notion
To examine what went right and what
Truly is really wrong
With this world
With this life
With this street sign
With this color of my hair
Each time I imagine I have figured it out
I try to recreate a moment
When it really did go wrong
Because it is there that I can have tangible
Evidence of just truly, quite remarkably
How really human I have become.