The Epitome Of Me

So easy to love living until exposed to the truth that im equally dying

It was then i began living as if i were dying 

Trying

To force out the pleasures of life

Ill ride the impatience until it drives me to insanity 

Not once considering the time it would take to find my way back from my vanity

Once thy patience was presumed dead by I,

I was swallowed whole by my impatience 

And once i finally got what i was chasing

I held those hands with the snakehead thumbs

All the windows became mirrors and the moon became my sun

In short i am undone and its my doing 

An anxious mind thats equally numb is all thats ensuing

So easy to hate living until exposed to the truth that i could be blooming 

it was then i began living as if i was blooming

no more self consuming.