without a hope, a dream,
i want to be the
antithesis, opposite,
of this conundrum, questioning
myself, i find myself
questioning everything you do,
everything i do, goddamn,
jesse, can you tell me
what i'm doing? what we're
doing? because i'm lost,
lost among these empty
words and phrases and
palindromes, the things you
say, do, goddamn i'm so
unsure, confused, why can't you
look at me and think
something, something
(because when i look at you i think
of everything and