feeling my way through it
by pain and the memory of it.
by pain and the memory of it.
My insides torn apart, divided,
made anew by unexpected experiences.
I am altogether a different woman everyday.
By want of an impossible future I dream
And by dreaming the impossible I regret
But regret leads to this endless frustration
And so I give up...
Giving up is easier than trying once again
Trying again and failing,
yet I've never failed, I've only given up.
A scientist through and through
Yet science cannot explain who I am.
The intricacies of my existence.
And so I have to surrender to fate
and fate speaks of fulfillment
And so, what am I supposed to fulfill?
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