If westward is where you are, it's not west, is it

I’m reading so much about myself, is this really me?

All my associates they all seem to be 2-D

I use other people

I only take them for what I need

Looking at this broken image,

I doubt I’ll ever see

All my wishes be true

since all my associates really all seem to be 2-D

my hands now shaken, coffee bitter and cold

my thoughts now deepen, I should learn and let go

Looking now, looking now

My chart is telling me I’m the trouble all are to face

My charms keep telling you I’m all right, I’m the best

It’s said all I have to do is ask

and all I need will arrive

How can I ask,

when I can’t tell the difference between humility and pride,

selfishness and real light

If I go to the east, I’ll lock myself inside

I look around in consent

I refuse to cry, be this pain or despair

And all this my asking if I’m allowed,

is it just a step towards an ending far from the rest?

Here as I’m told all I understand means nothing for another

I can’t help but think that there must be another

But here as I’m told

I use other people

I only take them for what I need

Looking at this broken image,

I doubt I’ll ever see

All my wishes be true

still all my associates really all seem to be 2-D

created by another mind

the mind out of reach, all I have is what’s left behind

images

images

so all my associates really all seem to be 2-D