N o t h i n g  P e r s o n a l 

Restart

You are my conjecture when the universe ends.
I will create geometry, possessiveness and dystopia
Looking through your eyes.

O mystic girl,
This time make the world less enigmatic
Settle down in a small hamlet by the bay
Cook me fish and rice
And I will stay home, always.

Nothing Personal has been writing anonymously since a long time. One can read his vague and psychopathological works at http://hellopoetry.com/-nothing-personal/ 
& http://www.writerscafe.org/Nothing%20Personal.