i woke up in the reigning moon,
realizing that midnights became my mornings,
drowning myself in wild thoughts 'bout
marriage and having kids to bear.
 
in miles of tiptoeing,
looking into the previous generation
and how their false parenthood affected society,
culture, and practical life,
i've learned to block my ambition to be one.
i was afraid to contribute to this misfortune,
i was afraid to contribute to this pollution.
i held onto this premature decision.

while the moon reigns still,
i'm preoccupied by thoughts and the fear
of preparing my own breakfast forever.

when i can no longer go to the toilet myself,
i'm scared no one will escort me,
i'm scared to be left alone.
 
and tonight,
i suddenly craved a commitment to put
skeletons to beautiful souls from my own genetics,
perhaps it's strange that i'm suddenly craving it,
but isn't it terrifying to get the ones
i don't actually need?



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