Impossible possibilities!

We can't help, love can't blend, asking for more, it just doesn't end. Crazy us live looking at life, loving life, hating sides. Though I wonder. Wearing the head bands. Why does it ache thinking of arseholes? Who just don't stop digging the holes. Impossible possibilities surround you from every where. Running around naked does not stop the surroundings from building up anymore. I just stay as I'm halting my head and not breaking it anymore of how the sets of impossible possibilities sways and weighs so more.