Ode to Otium (twisted)

“If you leave
Things will go back
To the way
They always were”
“Things are
The way
They always
Were”
“Not for
Me”
At present
I can see
This conversation
A few ways
Me -> someone -> me
Someone -> me -> someone
Me -> me -> me
The first
One person
In particular
Three in stretching points
The second
You know
Who you are
But not
What may happen
The third
My insane self
Talking to me
Role playing
I guess
I’m confused
I understand
I’m melancholy
I’m in high-spirits
I wonder
I know
My life
Is a goddamn
Paradox
My frequent nostalgia
Complicates life
For everyone
Bringing up old topics
Ripping off old scabs
Pondering symbolic interpretations
I feel like
I’m a pain
A splinter
A blister
With the need to know
Everything
All the time
RIGHT NOW!!!
Just remember
Who I am
What I am
That I’m me

