a duel

one voice explains
why
you're a dummy.
another voice
makes you believe
that
you're filtering
the thought patterns
of god.

but really,
most times,
a bottle
of wine
is
the deciding factor.

you interpret
why they hate you,
why
they laminate you
into something that fits.

we are only
the consumption of shapes.

somebody
once lied to you
in the explanation
of the word forever,

but still,
you believe in a theory
that will never end.

and it's not until
that arc,
on that circle is complete,
that a goddamn thing
will ever be proven.