identity crisis

The access to the blueprint of your mind, the brain for a structure, the fractals we design, like thoughts we define, this hardware as a shrine, this human identity crisis when we can’t relate to divine, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you I’m in charge of when the stars align, no matter our destiny, our truths must combine, like puzzle pieces whose shape you can’t confine, shot by cupid’s arrow, you hear me whine, like right through my heart like Valentine. But exhale, recline, because every morning, a sunrise like clementine.