There's this line between what I want and what I don't. I call it screw-you
line. Every time I try figuring out, I'm screwed. So this line, it has a fixed
chair inside those waiting walls. And though it never leaves, it doesn't come
to me either. And I, I never really seem eager to kick it out of that chair.
Because it has always, always got something along its huge plane, that gets to
me whenever, wherever.
Then there's this another line between what I need and what I don't. I call it screw-you-part-2 line. Every time I skip figuring out, I'm screwed. This line is that weird shadow which breathes, light or no light. So you know, I'm never on my own. There's my head banging, my heart beating, and this line - brawling. I try avoiding it, yeah I've got some guts. But it's hard to beat your shadow. Harder, if it's a sucker shadow. Always telling me to do and don't, it never really comes to a point easy to choose from. The line, little by little, becomes my life. And life a burden.
Then there's this third line, between what I do and what I don't. I call it screwed-up-already line. Add a thing, whichever side, it's pretty much screwed. And it pretty much sums me. It's like that crane which goes up when told, goes down when told, goes nowhere otherwise. No? Then maybe that AC which cools when told, dries when told, fans when told, all stiff and up on the same wall for years. So I'm a machine? Rephrase. Humans are machines. Running on what they need and what they don't, for what they want and what they don't. Simple math. And I thought humans ran machines. I guess, we're busy running ourselves then. So much for being a human.
Then there's this another line between what I need and what I don't. I call it screw-you-part-2 line. Every time I skip figuring out, I'm screwed. This line is that weird shadow which breathes, light or no light. So you know, I'm never on my own. There's my head banging, my heart beating, and this line - brawling. I try avoiding it, yeah I've got some guts. But it's hard to beat your shadow. Harder, if it's a sucker shadow. Always telling me to do and don't, it never really comes to a point easy to choose from. The line, little by little, becomes my life. And life a burden.
Then there's this third line, between what I do and what I don't. I call it screwed-up-already line. Add a thing, whichever side, it's pretty much screwed. And it pretty much sums me. It's like that crane which goes up when told, goes down when told, goes nowhere otherwise. No? Then maybe that AC which cools when told, dries when told, fans when told, all stiff and up on the same wall for years. So I'm a machine? Rephrase. Humans are machines. Running on what they need and what they don't, for what they want and what they don't. Simple math. And I thought humans ran machines. I guess, we're busy running ourselves then. So much for being a human.
