Bright with the woven tapestry of story
Multiplying to a fevered dance of subtraction
One plus one
Plus one plus
One Minus................one thousand
You congregate in matter
A legion of lesions
Unable to feast on the multitude of life
Though famine was never your entreaty
So tired, so very tired
What is this day?
What is my name?
Who among you shall I blame?
Why did this happening, happen to me?
I just want to be.........left alone
Though I yearn, desire, fear