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Please understand I am not what you want.
‘What is a dream’ they ask of you. What is it that your heart desires?
And you imagine me.

I choke on my spit and bury myself six feet underground and
Think of places I long to be but never make.
I carry myself with bullets in my pocket and a mind hollow and heavy
That I sink with every step.

You think of me as the universe.

Think of me not
As someone who is worthy of money
Or power
Or love
Or a life worth living
As a life worth living is an idea only
Gods can build

And I am mortal.

Empty your devotion
Onto me and
Watch how your lungs

Please understand I am not what you want.

Do not move with purpose
If you are moving to me.