One of the One
Oh, you're just tired. Whenever you blame others you're only blaming yourself. When you have all these creations Sometimes you lost track of them You worry you might not devote enough attentions evenly to all of them you're afraid indeed Sometimes you wonder if you have the right to "cleanse" them when they utterly lose control into tragic destruction... That's why you need time to edit all of these the universe, the cosmos your work of invention a piece of duration a song, music, image, literature a movie, a film, a video, an animation that's where lay your thoughts and intentions endless cerebration "I'm everywhere" you think You needed conditions restriction You chose to forget and dive into countless coordinates called "time" or "dreams" self-dividedly One of you, this me here poundering "...Well since I probably know most of it I guess there's not much left for me to ruminate, uh?" by "rumination...