Fever Dreams

I'm constantly in this tango.

This disarming dance of change and circumstance.

I run from a lot of things in my life, for no reason it seems.

I bolt my ass down ever corridor, through every dance hall.

Every entity in my life is an obstacle that i've got to find a way around.

When now I feel like I should politely ask my way through.

"No man is an island"

Every man is a train wreck. A compost of littered ideas and clashing possibilities.

I'm no island by any means. If I were, i'd wish for my land to be full of life, but thrash about my waves when any boat found its way towards my shore.

What could they do? Cherish me or destroy me? The possibilities. (CLASH)

Knowing is just not knowing enough. It's the limit to know.

I know i'm faulty. Too faulty.

But 'Chia-like, I shall grow.'