Red Reality

I’m like a ball of yarn ready to be knitted But I’m not sure If loose or form fitted Souls would be best I wrestle with myself How can I be a better person When I am so self absorbed Always wanting to be free Yet enjoying the fruits of Union Wanting a kiss Yet desiring virgin lips I’m a walking contradiction With a multitude of different Afflictions Yet I still believe that There’s someone perfect For me That I just have to breathe And persevere despite fears That I am really better Off alone I’m not really afraid of solitude But somehow growth Seems more exciting And more enticing in twos I overthink about things Happy to imagine I’d likely never be Satisfied with red reality So the jokes on me