Labels and My Subsequent Distaste for Them

I don't really know why

but boxes give me headaches.

When something that is,

can't just simply Be...

You know, a name is just a name.

Sounds vibrating in your ear,

the echoes never last

long enough to matter.

Yet, why do they define

everything Eternal...

 

Can't it just Exist...

Why is it refined?

Analyzed and picked apart

till its nothing more than theory.

And nothing ever matches,

so its simply called "anomally".

But thats just it,

how can that be,

when Nothing happens normally...?

 

A Person can't be put

into a guilded filing cabinet.

A Person can't be boxed.

There's just too much to label...

 

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