A Pattern That Passes for Identity
The gritt of self reflection without apologies.
I demolished tunnels with no light at the end I abolished the obscure Then dug into the heart of me I Never could abide So I set my sight to find Everything I did not understand Now to unveil What you're so afraid to reveal It shows itself in a clear view Some find passivity in slavery Others get wet living with mediocrity Tag your dead end friends With dim-lit highlights Bending the algorithm just to feel it respond Sell full bodied selfies of your dried out skin for some borrowed attention A quick applause from a lazy eye'd crowd with no real connection Playing the field Checking the options Back to the beginning of guessing who you are But who ever knew So many grew to be sick and tired of you Who could even predict Your muffled assumption was coated in shit Hush.. Cover your eyes and cry Hiding under your sheets Breating the brim of your face into the stone Rinse and repeat You will mend all on your own A pattern so perfect it passes for identity
