Pathos Prairie

Faster than hope flies cold through my veins.
Faster than cruelty could drain it out.
I commit crimes and I call them mistakes.
Nothing denies like a heart in doubt.
This I know: people flow like tears through my veins,
Then drift along to a foreign place.
The past like a servant that bends for our sake
Into the lines we tell it to trace.
Like how
We are wired
Like how
We decide
Like how we are taught
Like how we are not
Like how we hide ourselves in vain.
Like how
We are wild
Like how
We are pure
Like how we despise
Like how we tell lies
Like how we’re sure we’re gonna
Change.