communea tea

a distant dream


like self issteam

there is no hurting hand to hold

no family to be distressed

no hearth where triumphs can be told

no one to be impressed

some oneder im depressed

confidence trick

aim for the screen

looking to click

hope to be seen

by connections true seduced

vain glories we exaggerate

imperfections so reduced

perhaps we will evaporate

thats not the word it isnt we

nor you (me)

nor i (me)


me and me

we (me) must be (me) mad we (me) must

to look at screens as really seeing

what a way of being

you and i (we) getting lost in the meing