Kitchen Debator

You think I have the answers.
But all I know are questions.

Questions give me circles,
Answers give me more questions.

Division only multiples endlessly.

Your reassuring has even become a blur,
I don't live in the room i'm in.
I live in the voices in my head.

They are more alive than you.
Like magnets, clinging straight through.

To the root of my skull there are worms, and they eat.