Mundane Human

This is where the emptiness lies,
the nothingness that wishes it was somethingness.
There's a resolve that does not solve itself in my mind
and it sticks tacky, and it's unkind.

Here are the fears I do not share with everyone
that wear themselves bare in the heat,
and the affairs we dare not shed tears about.
I doubt if they're breeding within any more. I doubt.

Optimism is the price of scepticism,
it's the price of seeking the leaking of lies.
I study myself regularly, muddying myself in the darkness people throw,
in my mistrust, almost able to combust on what I don't know and what I need to know.