I don’t care about history.
I don’t care about science.
I don’t care about statistics.
I don’t care about studies.
I don’t care about intervention.
I care about convention.
I care about personality.
I care about simplicity.
I care about creation.
I care about the moment.
If I ever felt a listening ear lost, it was there
Within The Walls that were meant for healing.
So I’m still left dealing
with an unstable feeling.
The remedy for the remedy,
he said to me, is chemical.
Pills formed in an amber bottle
that created the problem to begin with.
