At times when we're alone it haunts us. Sometimes, we close our eyes and pretend. Live with no direction, magnetic pull. Blind, we light up morning. So cyclical. Sometimes, when in a crowd, we withdraw. Asleep, we know the night and nuance. Love with no direction, magnetic poles. Blindly light up morning, so cynical. Tired and maladjusted, gave chase for years. Histories reimagined, lives redefined
