Who was it for?
Was it for you? For her? For him? For more?
Who was it for?

Was it for me?
The deep unabashed penetrating dream,
The willingless fever that never brought me on my feet,
Who was it for?

Was it for him? The eyes you think you see?
The in-the-box reality that keeps you weak?
Too many assumptions and not enough to eat.
Who was it for?
For more?

Was it for her? The separation of the two?
The never answered who?
The judgement theme you knew,
you knew you had to do?
Who was it for?

But that’s not the question,
Is it.

Who is it for?
What is this more?
What will you do?

Everyone has to grow up.

Including You.


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