Need For Company

The mutality of our breath could not for an instant kill,
The deep seated differences in us.
That are really just dear marvels beneath the filth of routine.
They no longer feel our dance,
That used to flow so naturally with no tactful diplomacy.
There are no more moments where
They get lost and found in our pivotal surrealism.
Yet we still erect in this crown of naive realism
And we still wonder what makes us go back
Maybe because there's an urgency
A dire need for new company?
No. You walk and talk
And talk and walk
But all you see
Is nothing you would ever
Want to be.
Because all you will ever be,
Will be with me.