So many things
Can this life bring
The paradox
Of too many choices
Overwhelms
The psyche
All the things I can be
It’s hard when I don’t know
What it means to be me
It’s impossible to feel free
When you can’t see
Your chains
That you tie yourself too
And when you don’t know you
All your choices
Get chosen for you.
-C.H.
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
Maybe it is all a dream? Whose to tell me that it isn’t? Would you? Could you? Would you try to wake me up? . . . It was all a dream Inside the mind of a man Who fell asleep Years ago In his bed is wh
