Avivi was naive, creative, passive,
The world around him shiny, massive.
Most of his days were spent with TV glare,
A figurative mind, a heart laid bare.
Open and intuitive to the core,
Living in hindsight, innocent, primitive lore.
I am not an alternative — I am the exclusive option,
I don’t tolerate autosuggestion or defective devotion.
I am instinctive, cognitive, radioactive,
I look at you softly and whisper: this is not simulative.
Stay close to me in a grounded way, not defensive,
The provocative in me is not a license to act expensive.
I am normative as much as representative,
My body is mine — the choice is final, definitive.
Naive Avivi became active, sporty,
The boy turned productive, self-suggestive, orderly.
He who was once selective became ultimate,
But the gaze that was warm turned hollow, imitative.
I am not an alternative — I am the exclusive option,
I don’t tolerate autosuggestion or defective devotion.
I am instinctive, cognitive, radioactive,
I look at you softly and whisper: this is not simulative.
Stay close to me in a grounded way, not defensive,
The provocative in me is not a license to act expensive.
I am normative as much as representative,
My body is mine — the choice is final, definitive.
Naive Avivi grew massive,
From a sweet boy he turned aggressive.
His relation to the world was once “budgeted,”
With time it regressed, unedited.
Behaving like a nameless king,
Always needing an alibi for everything.
I am not an alternative — I am the exclusive option,
I don’t tolerate autosuggestion or defective devotion.
I am instinctive, cognitive, radioactive,
I look at you softly and whisper: this is not simulative.
Stay close to me in a grounded way, not defensive,
The provocative in me is not a license to act expensive.
I am normative as much as representative,
My body is mine — the choice is final, definitive.
