Are you fulfilled yet?
are you full
ARE YOU FULFILLED!?
Do you have a house
Do you have a good lay
Do you have the means to get an honest earning?
Are you okay she said?
As you lay naked in the tub waiting for your troubles to wash away.
As if your kinds of troubles can be washed away.
What are your troubles?
You say you wish
your where a simpler kind of thing.
You say the amoeba got a better deal.
Are you self oppressive
Are you too concentrated?
Are you far beyond your threshold.
Can I pop your balloon?
Can I fill you up?
I ask myself that all the time
I talk to my self ,
I whine to myself.
I’ll cry to my furniture if I have too.
I deprive myself to see contrast
I deprive myself to see the lights and the darks,
to create clarity if even for a moment .
To empty myself to then fill myself.
Like an animal eating its own feces.
I am an animal eating my own feces.
Not literally perhaps,
my feces are of the proverbial nature.
Why do I get that privilege you ask?
Because I have association,
the higher functions the integrations
I am the cognitive elite.
Yet I love my parts more then I love myself.
What’s my story you ask?
My ancestors got me here…
that’s my story.
They sealed my fait, the fait of being ;
the fait of my ancestors getting me here.
Im here. I hear, I take in, I reduce, I produce, I act and I assess.