Why do you smoke cigarettes in the morning?
Can't you smell the dew?
Why do you wear shades in the afternoon?
To neglect the sun?
Why do you cover up in jackets on summer days?
Are you not fazed by the rays?
Nor the midnight moon's silver gloom?

Maybe, if I cared less, like you...
I would be me
like you
undaunted
by the world

See,
I feel like
a contusion
in space and time,
like a
confusion
of space and time.

but you are spurred
by fate
to hammer
your fate

Maybe,
If I cared less, like you...

but then,
I wouldn't be the fool

I am

That necessary innocence,
naive benevolence

lost to the whims
of
all important egos,

The imprint
of
a forgotten hero;

Eros.