I look at screens or smoke to dull my nature

Only sometimes do I go to nature itself

I repeat and avoid daily

Surviving at most

Only selectively do I share my cry

I loathe the herd the individual

I love truth

I seek truth

I seek the world

But I sit, too

And I lose my way my mind

And I love this too this liar

And my skin and my clothes

And I move again

So what’s to say how this means

And who I say I speak

And who’s to name my axe as false

Things have twisted as they’ve grown

And I wrong daily if you call me a believer