'Chemicals govern our actions' - you tell me,
Disowning your actions, affection and anger,
Distancing yourself from me,
Assigning the task of handling me to your chemicals,
Evading my questions,
Indulging in those bromidic questions,
About the world and the human mind,
For which you never could and never will find the answers.
Our minds are drenched in chemicals,
That we seek - the hedonists we are,
No different from addicts,
Only it isn't a material addiction.
You try and recede from the addiction,
Only to yield to it more frantically.
You quetch that I don't see through your eyes,
That I'm full of hope,
That I refuse to grow up.
I did see through your eye,
The sight isn't pretty,
But there's one scene I'd want to cherish,
Those spells when our chemical cycles synchronise,
When we forget why we live,
When we forget to live,
When nothing beyond 'us' seems real.