I release you.
From your opinionated gaze.
Your unrealistic expectation that enslaves,
The mind. The soul. Not kind. It takes it toll.
In every major decision. No matter the size nor precision. Needed. Your claim. Receded. Never the same, mundane I’m heated.
The rage. Can not be quelled, pre-emptive measures so it is all but felt.
I release. You. Or should I say me. From the fragile identity in our mind’s eye you see.
Far from perfect. Much more surface.
This is me. Deal with it.
Be Super
