This field in its excess:
Vast and overwhelming.
A life within a life that stops
A life that can be lived like a
life should be.

A distorted mirror with vague
Cracks and marks in abundance
Nothing more than a small boost:
Nothing less than what could be.

“But you said it ‘could be’?”
“Does that mean it is?”
Mixed up, it’s mixed up (I feel sick)
Like; like; like; like; like
I could be more than this.

The searching never stops.
(Now considering locks…)
To take off again (and again)
So much for sharing…