I Dont... Usually Poem by Nikko Davis

Something strange indeed...
I dont usually feel

I tend to be rude, cold, hard as steel

I dont think this is good...
I don't usually stare

I typically look glazed, never gazing, just here.

I don't know...
I usually do

I hate thinking of people, especially you, i'm always focused on a mission, but now it is broken. Your image stole my mental space.

My eyes, just float around your face

I dont usually daydream...
Now I only dream

Your existence is perennial, and very persistent. Waking, sleeping, dreaming dozing, you're here either way. Are you real or lucid?
I usually can, but I can't say.

Tis quite troublesome, this whole feeling thing.