Affordance

Will I always have this same innate impatience following me around wherever I go
Living in impulse's personal prison, following me around wherever I go

My human nature has always had its flaws
Impressions to steal and rob you your own
Where a thousand pleasures never add up
To compensate for one single loss

Is it in my
Lack of patience
Where most things start
Losing significance

Or my lack of
Participation
Where most begin to
Lose their locations

The webs we weave
Outlines in white
Shaping our ideas of paradise

Crossings the wires
Tied to my wants
So they all route the same
Until I'm not sure where I'll be