Why I Love to Hate Myself.

How long does it take for it to become fact?
Ten. Twenty.
One hundred people to agree?

When does love become labor-
when does a goal becoming an obsession,
a temper finally a toll.

If I take a walk down a street-
Is my mark there forever?
Or on the sole of another man?

Am I drinking the water others drank,
Breathing the same air others dared to breath?
Thinking the same thoughts of a revolutionary.

When does my home become an oasis?
Not a pit of dishes piled on the counter-tops.
When do I get my responsibility?

I want to tell you there's no science,
So you can prove me wrong.
But it's just our best interpretation of things.

How can science prove what art is?
Randomness, there is no equation.
Tell me what element makes imagination.

I want to know what exactly I'm looking at-
In the mirror, car or bathroom.
I want to know what I am without science!

Thing.
Idea.
Perfection.

You tell me why we have the good and the bad,
I'll tell you that we need both to succeed.
What is society worth if we have nothing to be better than?