no.

i remember remembering
but now i remember remembering remembering
and i'm looking at myself through bent aluminum generic soda cans
and there isn't a single electric wave crossing over
between gaping canyons in my brain
that carry's anything with meaning.

i've run out of my hot water
but i keep running over the same places again in my head
as if maybe i'll salvage a few little droplets.

but i can't
because my mind has come to realize
exactly what it is.
a lump of licorice, and "woe is me"
where at the center
a stupid little girl glares indifferently

as i try to drown out the feeling of her kicking
at the corners of my skull
she just won't let me be
what i strive for.

but she won't let me forget
that i'm striving,
because she tells me too.