Definition of self is fluid
A meandering thought
A wisp of smoke
A drop of water snaking down the window
Moments of clarity are static
A wall to be climbed over
A fire to be extinguished
A madness that needs a cure
I am no longer exact
I no longer seek a response to my cries
I lose my voice
And regain it in moments of silence
My tongue rests while my mind works
Please hold my hand
Console me with triviality
Distract me with pettiness
Speak of nothing meaningful
Help me rest easy
Show me that the purpose of living
Is merely to live and experience
I am tired of purpose and hope and dreams and future and utopia
I crave them not
I seek the chaos of insanity
I wish to return to childhood
To rediscover the beauty of colour
The laughter in sound
I wish to touch the sky with every smile
Make it all new again
Please Mother, make it all new again
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