over and over again, the same story in my head
it gets boring at this depth there is rarely much else left
just a shotty core design
buggy program of the mind
alternate realities
living waking dreams
they don't yell or put me down
i'm the only one i know
who doesn't smother them or drown
i put them neatly in a row
they serve my focus
form a function
when i need them
for the day
back and forth
i always wonder
if i need them
in my way
ideas that grow into notions
notions that grow into beliefs
but beliefs won't turn into fact
unless they already were them