people are strange, they're selfish, they're need based
they are imperfect but we need them
we hate them but cling to them
our hormones, pheromones and homophones long for them
a bit of a joke but it has to be said
people will evoke feelings from you
crack your egg, take your yolk and provoke
feelings in you that are never reciprocated
almost making you feel hated, and then days later elated
maybe our generation followed the wrong map
the blueprint was skewed, the plans a booby trap
entrapment, ensnared because no one taught us to care
just taught us to get it, to hustle, to fit it. to fit time into it, to just do it
and do it we shall, judging without regard
you want to reach out but damn it gets hard
when you do it so often and the nail just goes deeper
but all you are is a hammer with more work than relief
feelings and memories you keep and embed
wishing someone would come and erase your head
you fall into bed, another necessary slumber
but unfulfilling and you're willing to maybe try again
and you do, even though you have a better clue,
but faith is made up of hope and unseen evidence
we base it on what's baseless hoping for better from a friend
sometimes we're rewarded and it makes us smile
most times it's disappointment, linger in it for a while.
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