I am no child
I am an investment.
I am no human
I am a number.
There is no love
is but a broken compass of the heart.
Then why is it that I gravitate towards strangers like a curious infant?
Could it be that I have no soul?
That my chemicals of chemicals
long to return to the star they called home?
The atoms that I identify as
Wish to kill me and become great and useless
as before in the gracious past?
That in a stranger's eye
I feel myself?
Oh, how I wish to be useless.
For there, I shall find greatness.