She brings her fans
Her crockery and hobbies
She teaches me about people and life
Makes me memorize the names of her friends
Broken dolls and coffee in a capsule
Easy friendships said to be sacred
Secrets to a painless life
perspective
The warmth of words
Bring one back from apathy
The enthusiasm of the student
She passes it to me
I am no longer the teacher
Just a lost boy seeking light
Trying to focus my eyes
On how the world is changing
Her laughter tells me I try too hard
The father in me seeks expansion
The mother in me protection
I am pure ignorance
Searching for a hot black coffee
To feed energy back into those things
I am afraid are about to die
Illusions she tells me can still interfere
Her hobbies and friends surround me like an audience
What sort of show do I put on
One of pure naivety
Of experiential fallacy
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