Hands worn loose on human skin
I wonder the elasticity of human smiles
Like the pale flesh of a healthy apple
it considers the scientific value of felicity

I talk to strangers to trust the unknown
regarding the mystery of afflicting emotions
When we love and hate each other
as we ressurect and destroy the other

How can we ever achieve greatness
when perfection is a deadly sin
So we only spend time sorting ourselves
always a word short to understand ourselves

Similiar to the distance of invisibility
I can only avert my eyes and avoid enlightment
After all loneliness is but a heartbeat away
believing that meddling leads to prosperity

Perhaps it is better if destitution was the only answer
because dreams then becomes a fancy indulgence

I'm not used to seeing this view alone.