I.

I see it as one way, when I’m drunk, or high.

I see the ultimate nihility, and perversity in all my motivations

The arbitrary, delinquent aspirations

And I ask, is that all there is?

I run after a more perfect life, continuously

Returning to a horizon, being courageous in all my actions

Flaling, fighting, kicking to swim

And I continue to be independent.

And I wonder,  will this cycle ever end?

II.

But I know that I am fine; I don’t have to sit around and watch.

I can always do something

I don’t even know what I mean

I will always be alive

Until I am not. 

But I suppose,

I am not alone.