I seem to be chasing a thing society calls "living."
Consequentially, I've heard you need to be breathing.
I inhale subconsciously, but there is no life.
I seem to need more than mundane blurring of sight.
I am always wanting more, making excuses,
about the past, which is pretty useless.
I haven't caught on yet. I need more understanding,
more comprehension, to stop these demanding feelings.
But I don't have it yet. Maybe someday when I care enough.
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