Centres: wannabe

  I dont think life was meant to be selfish – but that’s overthought, come tell me – what you think?

And end this self obsessed thought.

Oh come, for toward perfection, life to me aims for its ideal, lies in you my ideal form.

Oh come, stop this self righteousness from becoming selfish, less perfect, less life, less beautiful, less you, less all,

Without you within, you beautiful ideal soul, lacks its aim, it’s meaning, and dare I say (i, wannabe), Dom.