At times when we're alone it haunts us. Sometimes, we close our eyes and pretend.
Live with no direction, magnetic pull.
Blind, we light up morning.
So cyclical.
Sometimes, when in a crowd, we withdraw.
Asleep, we know the night and nuance. Love with no direction, magnetic poles. Blindly light up morning, so cynical.
Tired and maladjusted, gave chase for years.
Histories reimagined, lives redefined.