Life’s about loss and

Life’s about change.

Life’s about sailing

The seas of pain.

How nothing 

Ever 

Stays the same.

We only have

Ourselves to blame.

Love is a concept.

Love is a drug

Love is a perfect,

Comfortable hug.

Love isn’t definable.

Love is just love.

Love—when she fits you

Just like a glove.

Self is a lie

Self is a fib

Self is a mythical

Concept to live

They want us all separate

For order, control.

There’s a whole lot of things they don’t

Want us to know.