Muse

devil may care where your arm rest,
but i do mind where your gaze falter
and how the words fall on two steps of the stairs

indeed numbers are just figures
and hierarchy and order needs no queue
not when preference precedes them.

im caught in between always
and find myself on the opposite sides
one may wonder why i love tearing the pieces apart.

again and again
over and over
tomorrow and tomorrow,
we keep playing the tandem repeats of the unsolved hidden puzzle.