Poetry is dopamine

Poetry is dopamine

It's not you

When they dont know you even one little bit...

Don't make the grand mistakeof filling in what's blank,by constructing something fakewhen that is not my plan. Stop obsessing over ego;it won't serve you well.Take your ill-informed credosomewhere else to sell. There is much to be saidfor those who obsess—who don't live in my head,yet I witness their mess. Of all the infinite meaningsthat the simulations play,you made a cursory screeningof someone else's day. Not everything is about you,except the certainty you keep;and that doesn't make it true,Now - please go back to sleep!