I cannot read Shakespeare right now,
I have my own words to untangle.
They are riots inside of my skull, that
I tried to tame, but was not able---
To put out the fires that burnt peace
To the ground.
And I cannot keep interpreting
the metaphors of my ever-changing world.
How am I supposed to define something,
That could mean a thousand different words?
So right now, I cannot bear to read
For we already spend our whole lives
Speaking in riddles to one another.