Can’t Remember Writing This

I’m going to keep running and creating
As that seems to be the universal condition
Let alone the human
Let alone this human

Absolutely obsessed with himself
And different lines
For no good reason
(As if on an arrogant cloud, in hindsight)

And there’s never enough time to go back
Over it all, cover all the senses, misstake
My Edits; but this is so much better
Than flashbacks
And drugs
Most of the time

Absolutely obsessed with oneself
For good reason
(As if on an arrogant cloud, in hindsight,
In editing)