Not Knowing Now Like Not Knowing Then

you may think i draw my own world you may think i create special recipes for my own blood you may think i force my likes and passions upon you you may think my approach and presentation is based on long deferred dreams you may think my tunnel vision brain is a pathway to valentines day you may think that the old televisions in the backyard of my philosophical outlooks still work you may think that my old soul is dependent on your replies that may weigh you down via my expressionism i just treasure the pleasure of your company and the voice of your conversation that accompanies it too much of too much can oftentimes be the breaking point of one's breaking point maybe i deserve for you tank me to pure drowning like many bad decisions overcooking the body's overall energy i hope to experience something and someone just as wonderfully similar one day however, like a metaphorically, overly anxious aggressive driver, i know that i will definitely be lying to myself