Young and emotional,
All is feel,
Sight turns selfish when me is offered,
Yet wanting more is a pillar in the essence of being.
How to become when more is an idea?
Whatever came before,
What ever is to become next?
I want to be physical,
Emotional is where I lie…
Let’s be both,
Interior to exterior,
When things matter is it due to mind?
Try not to choke on the words spewing out,
Selfish lies paving the way for others,
Everyone attempting to become,
More than what [who] we can,
Can we ever agree that the simple things are the most complicated?