I honestly don’t know,
what goes through that head of yours,
for all that is written and unsaid,
I’m nothing but perplexed.
I honestly don’t know,
of what we were,
as there seems to be two curators
who have still not met on the same page.
I honestly don’t know,
if I am the one in your scriptures,
or if I am just living on fantasies
and holding onto fallacies,
But I do know,
the end doesn’t need to be it,
if truly, our names are written
in the ninth kingdom.
And I do know,
I need you to pull this push,
I want to believe this is carved in stone
so stop this combat of futility
if you genuinely hope for abadi
I do know,
that there is no reason for this
marquee to be the divide,
pull it down gently
and use your words.
Listening,
Fir.
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