Conditionally Human

I will not be anyone’s object of desire,

angelic statue to admire,

sweet-tongued rebel,

nor gypsy-wanderer,

And I know already that you won’t be able to forgive my misguided mind,

’cause it’s harder to accept people just as they are,

We all balance upon muddled stepping stones 

That don’t always have a reason or meaning to be there,

That we can only trace back and edit inside our own heads

which does no good anyway,

It only cements the confusion,

Do not expect anything,

Do not limit your dreams to the human condition,

I will never be who you see in the distance,

I will fall from the cloud you graced my name upon

As soon as I step in front of you, outside of your self-curated mind

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