I believe don't
Here we go again,
This is our new dance.
I cannot hold you,
You are not that,
You are not this,
You are that in this,
You are this in that.
It is while it is not,
It is not while it is.
These are on two separate lines—
How can I show them as one?
There is but there is no answer.
I believe don’t.
It does not make sense.
It changes shape constantly.
Even shapeless is not its shape.
Why am I even trying?
You are… not.
You are… becoming.
How can I hold you?
How can I hold water
Without shaping it?