I left my house today.
I see it all through green
With golden flecks that crown my gaze,
Peering down a nose I call elegant
Because that makes me feel fancy.
I lumber through the streets
On thick bones the color of fortified milk,
Both giant and ant.
I spot a group of people and feel confused.
What do I want from them?
Am I communal?
the socialized and well adjusted bee?
Or am I a lonely Apollo looking on,
Felt but not seen.
The hunger in my thoughts won't be filled,
But there's a satisfaction in the curious rumble.
Yet, all coins are double sided,
Every last one contains multitudes, and
It's also okay to be bored by that.