I have purple eyes.
I am so tired,
I am as tired as a soul can be.
I can no longer identify
who I am or who I should be.
I have realized
that the world that I live in is not destiny.
It was my choice
to be born into the suffering of living.

The skin is too tight.
I am concerned that this body doesn't fit me.
There are things that don't work right,
this machine made of flesh, bones and blood things.
There are no instructions to refer to when i have questions about how to repair whatever needs fixing.

What is the mind? Or the brain?
And are they the same thing?
Am I the thoughts that I'm thinking?
What am I here for? What am I expected to do?
There is not an answer for this questioning.
I am honoring the contract by living.

I see others
wearing bodies and wandering,
lost.
They are everyone of them distracted
by their bodies and maintenance costs.
All of them worried about when the body gives up the ghost.
But none of them worry like me,
I dislike being in body the most.
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