always been uncomfortable in it
always wanting to be someone else
always pretending to be someone I am not
perfect is always here for me
waiting for me to stop struggling
against it
resistance is futile!
my mind will stop and get out of the way
one day
how long will my errant mind rule?
certain that its furious tirade
to demand order
to demand a beat
to demand a a rhythm from life
is the right path.
poor delusional self!
gorging itself on fantasies
grown in the soil
of a decaying, dirty world
ruled by phantoms
endlessly seeking to be full,
when everything they eat
just runs right thru them
leaving them empty
and eager to shovel down
the next thing
that will also bring them
nothing.
I feel peace at my side
watching me with a curious smile
as I bash about the world
with a pot over my head!
desperately trying to believe
the movie reeling out of my
out of control
mind
is the world I live in.
You are so right! I am definitely gonna make a song out of this!