Baby smooth cheek and chin electric trimmer in the bin looking to redesign find something real to redefine With little change comes little risk you bunker down with jars of piss You live alone, you sneeze alone but the world itself, you don't let go It seems that hate illuminates the sheepish nature of primates and this primate would hate to say that righteous hate does isolate The word is wrong it's more distaste for triteness in it's every shape for tolerance in logics place for softness leading to great waste What do I care how others think 'Other's' being a concept I've conjured to identify a part of me that's in disguise It's all inside and nothings real perceptions of their failed ideal the narrative is waring me I'd rather keep my eyes to sea have softer sand beneath my feet A house where I can make my peace focus on maturity and seek out the next puzzle piece.