The minds of others is something I don’t understand
Because I don’t understand my own mind
Behind it is something
A drive, or passion
A purpose, or sense of belonging
It is hard to unveil
(We who are enthralled to serve the immortals)
But our tastes our shaped in service to whim and fancy
Our opinions are forged by flawed thinking and manipulation
It is hard to unveil
The person behind your experience
What they love alone
(To be continued…)