The Mesh

Bind.

Tonight you are logical.

You are plain, simple. With dreams far to complicated for me to understand.

Politics are circles, a serpent biting it's own tail. 

Those hopes will lead you towards people who are not like you. 

Name those which are like stars. 

Joining them is all you hope for. 

Why's litter on white and how's are absent.

Red and Blue suit us. Contrasts.

You're as simple as I am. I realize I'm as complicated as you are.

I ask for this small piece of you that will carry on. A sentence to remember. Red doesn't say why. Red is peaceful.

I imagine the sun so red, even as much as I'm told it's blinding white. You aren't.

You throw kindling on the flame. I pour gasoline.

The person who you want to be is not found in you, to me.

So simply confusing.

Hooks, hold and break.

What's in me that makes me curious about you.