Maybe there isn't anyone, who knows how you feel,
maybe that's the only thing about the human condition that's real,
so take solace in the fact you are all that you need,
to be satisfied and happy is your one good deed,
smile like the sun shines, with no remorse,
and pour out your heart like the rivers course,
for all that you see is an expression of you,
as the lenses of your perceptions are the only tint that's true.
So I demand you feel the love, that lives in your heart,
for when you recognize it, your fragments form one part.
A whole.
For if the whole is greater than the sum of it's parts,
dare you, myopically dwell, on degenerative, self-derivative arts.
