"It's always going to hurt to think"
I let that thought soak and sink
into my brain.
In my reflection I can see this drive
How can I help but strive, as it consumes me
To wrap my hands around understanding, even
if understanding is merely an illusion
and in reality just my neck, and in the
act I am choking myself to death.
Am I actually intelligent, or just a moody
deluded human being.
