Dichotomy

Stare

If a person holds youth to a standard of being incomprehensible,

what truly would be the thought of what we do that surprises you?

It's winter again, such as every year,

more death, more love, and life split in every way.

What really is a thought?

It stares and looms and bites.

I never do anything right,

to you I'm cold and ignorant.

I want you to stare as I stand proud in my defiance.