There’s a feeling called
the drifting force
that makes you want
to shift your course
and find a better vector
on boring study nights.
They’re so many things
a girl starts missing,
like hugging, dancing
and oh, yes kissing,
when she lets a dry syllabus
control her life.
After several hours
of intensive reading,
your intuition is that
what you’re needing,
is something we’ll
politely call ‘delights’.
But you make the almost
painful choice
and factor out your inner voice
and you pick up yet another book
and not a boy,
because, you see - it’s really
a necessity, not a choice.
2 friends,
ADD 1 relationship,
SUBTRACT pain and lust,
MULTIPLY by months,
= Love.
However,
SUBTRACT trust,
ADD temptation + 1 argument,
= Pain
DIVISION occurs,
ADDING long term disfunction,
SUBTRACTING common sense,
RAISED TO THE POWER of months,
= 2 crazy & 2 alone
MULTIPLY both sides by time and healing,
New relationships ADDED,
FACTOR OUT trust,
The ADD the 1st relation ship back to the equation,
MULTIPLY in months of pain + months of joy,
= LOVE/TRUST
I'd rather do Chinese arithmetic.
Looking foward to the shadows,
each anticipating the convergence,
separate individuals,
hushed longing to become one,
unable to divide the status quo.
How easy it could become,
if we just could, or would.
To factor out lives, to run rampant,
along this path of confusion,
consumed by hunger,
to feed on the dependancy,
of the deuce.
The duality of this life,
tests the boundaries of the cerebrum.
the ego outstretched the id.
My psyche whispers,
an echo in my soul.
Reason survives,
lastly, I return.
The daily trek of my core.