Affordance - Frameworks

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