Life

I’m baking synonyms in cynicism
I’m taking stuttering rhythms and
Teaching them to enunciate
With a clarity
That’s a rarity
In an audacious age
I’m basting comfort with empathy
Alone in the irony
that the more I assist
The less I persist
I’m not running on empty
That would indicate something
Was there to begin with
I will indicate I'm frozen
but movement is necessity
Quit pressing me
Set me free
If you know what's best for me
I have no sense of self-preservation
I left logic for a permanent vacation