huh, lack of care, enthusiasm, lose of vitality, no excitement, no drama, no dreams, when love goes astray, really, that important? so integral, so much so little it is the centerpoint, and losing faith in that, in something once held up to a god like status, belief structures collapsing down around my cut locks of hair, strength ebbing, pillars collapsing, can't tell if they're ionian or corinthian, or something inbetween, like or, but if, and when, and dreams fall down, do dreamers pick them up? angels tread, must be good in rainy conditions, or through powder since they'd be light as a feather, but between, understood, lost and forgotten, carries over, no light in my eyes, no fire down below, no jump in my step, no tippy tippy toes. and so it goes, and so it goes.