there's a lot i don't know, i'm only mortal. and still, you look at me like i'm the answer.. the answer to your imbalance. the answer to your being. yet i go along with it as if i'm perplexed to your immersion of me. and then i play along with it as if we're both eternal. But when can i let you know that its all temporary? that there were others before you and there will be more after you? That what you feel with me, you’ll feel with someone else? or do i continue to entertain a tragedy that itself is a process to your own mastery of non-attachment? severely the way that i had to.. severely the way that i adapted to. adapted to the enlightenment that any form of commitment outside of myself is set up to always be....... broken. but i'm too selfish to tell you.. too selfish to let you in. So I sit and let you think we’re immortal. so i sit and enjoy your company. enjoy your company until another comes that'll fill the void better than you. until another comes to be enlightened.