You

All these spans of mininutes
You tell me now
You tell me I can't do that
You tell me I can't do that
You tell me I can do that,
Yes I can in fact do something
I just want to please you
And in effect
I want that pleasing to fill the void
The void we both know is there
The void no one speaks of
And yet so many do
And then they tell you to STFU
And in the end of the day,
In the end of your life
You realize compasssion was the real key
Maybe
when it was all maybes
And mixtures of compassion
with too many periodes of ureliable happiness
And annoyance/