Nirvana – If You Must

I can read, I can write

I can breed, proven plight

Nurse my greed, crease infold

Is it me, or my ego

Write some words, make them rhyme

Thesis or story line

Set the mood, something new

Is it me, or my attitude

If you want to put off an image

The extremes, the extremes

Act it out

Practicing

Perfecting

Pressuring

Onto me

I will wade in the fire

To explain your asylum

Idle times, analyzing

We’ll compare all our sightings

You must

I speak to hear my voice