Oh! What difficulty!
To see it but close your eyes to it.
To hear it but ignore everything it means.
The struggle to accept. This struggles to object.
And I know it exists. I do.
History may not show the logic. It'll show you the dreams.
But because the stat book doesn't show it doesn't mean it never happened.
And I catch it but I throw it right back.
Because I don't want it.
And that's the struggle entirely.
A lose-lose.
For such ease in which it creeps up on me.
It creeps me out.
But did it even creep? No.
But I did creep you.
It had it's drive.
It, this beautiful it.
It: A hint. It: A hint.