Pieces of Infinity (The over-analysed life)

You are blue, you are deadly
you are lovely,
you are white, you are red,
honored like a wasted homie,
it is all in my head,
I've lost,
the control of illusion,
I no longer believe it anymore.

Now I know that reality is what I would make it out to be,
for whatever reason escapes me.
Dangerous but authentically reasoning dictates my flow,
my intellectualizations and realizations...
are tiny whatever their scope..
a tautological pie you can only eat around the edges of.

Even that is dictated by things outside of my terribly limited perception.

I can only receive whatever filters into me,
I am a gestalt,
of my own imagination,
walking around humbly...
because I've caught slivers,
of the humiliating whet stone,
flying off of reality.

I am everything, I am nothing,
and I will never ever understand it all.

Not my job after all, I guess.

It's better to live than intellectualize so completely your life,
you cannot contain it,
so just try to be happy.

It's complicated.

It's like taking pictures on a family outing...
you get insight and glimpses,
but you don't get to participate.