• Cera Sylar


Updated: Aug 4

What I want so desperately

Is to wash my hands of mediocrity

Living in a dominant class

Of sub par reasoning

My greatest fear

Something about inadequacy

Overcome by the anxiety of the world

Yet joyed by the complexity of the whole

That I should sit empty before the creator

Having used everything I'd been given

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