Pathos Prairie

Faster than hope flies cold through my veins. Faster than cruelty could drain it out. I commit crimes and I call them mistakes. Nothing denies like a heart in doubt. This I know: people flow like tears through my veins, then drift along to a foreign place. The past like a servant that bends for our sake into the lines we tell it to trace.
 Like how
 We are wired
 Like how
 We decide
 Like how we are taught
 Like how we are not
 Like how we hide ourselves in vain.
 Like how
 We are wild
 Like how
 We are pure
 Like how we despise
 Like how we tell lies
 Like how we're sure we're gonna
 change.