tell me if i'm tired of this mode. ok, but i can return to it can't i? 
i had several thoughts that became displaced. i thought of the different modes
or persons i've been, some are embarrassing, some are lame, some are sad, some are manic, some are inert, and some i wish i could hold onto. i don't think i contain multitudes, but i contain a few.
some of me i can't contain.