i’m tired of the fight

and all the advice

for likes and sympathy

for unification

and desperate community

from all the desperate souls

i am sick of love

that conditions me

to share this or share that

i have had it with social truth

thrown around in a happy face

i’d love to see you naked

under a microscope

with all your thoughts spread out like plasma

your beliefs forcing cells to crack

into tumours exposed like hypocrites

and love twisted around sick blood

i’d love to see you again innocent

healed and worthy and beneficial

like when we met before time

took us down

to the rooms of segregation

into the cathedrals of arrogance

past the trees and simple things

i wish i could take you back

you and all those forward looking friends

back then

when the future was friendly