You think
Sometimes
You wish you didn’t
Sometimes
You wish it were faster
Your heart races
Your mind
Clear
Cloudy
A storm
A calm tide
It doesn’t matter
The drabble
Of life
As it goes on
Around you
Disconnected
Your mind
Inside
Doesn’t feel
The body’s pain
It only serves
To facilitate it
It’s your best friend
It’s your worst enemy
You feel down
You feel bright
You feel
And that’s a problem
Because your brain
Doesn’t feel
It only serves
To facilitate it
This poem
A rant
A thought
Created from my mind
Translated by your own
Why?
It doesn’t matter
Whether or not
The voice in your head
Betrays you or not
Because it’ll always be clear
Speak clean
Won’t stumble
Won’t crack
It remains calm
And speaks without error
While your own mouth
Your own voice
Flounders and cries out
In suffering
In mistake
In fear
In the way
That is wrong
It is disconnected
From your mind
Your mind
Speaks clear
You
However
Speak wrong
Maybe
Maybe
That’s the beauty of it
Maybe
Maybe
That’s the fallacy
Maybe
Maybe
It doesn’t matter what I say
Because these are thoughts
Inside my mind
Only
I
I
I
I’m writing down this nonsense
And you’re not
Does that make me different?
No it does not
It means
My meaningless nonsense
My arbitrary being
My confused existence
Is bared to the universe
And my mind
Is
Clear
Cloudy
A storm
A calm tide
But that doesn’t matter
Does it?
Why do we feel?
We are a mass of muscle and skin
Controlled
By a 3 pound
Useless
Intriguing
Strong
Weak
Piece of meat
Shot with electricity
You are a bag
Of meat
Electric
The breath of life
Is nonexistent
It's all electricity
A shock
A chemical
And you suddenly become invincible
Or
You fall apart
You break down
You bleed
Red
Electric
Your mind
Just a sack of flesh
With lightning running through it
But
Your mind
Is not
Anything
In reality
Other than a computer
Of sorts
Consequence based action?
Consequence based bullshit?
Free thinking?
Ha
That’s the real bullshit
You think nothing
You are nothing
Other than a sack of 3 pound flesh
With lightning running through it
Your every synapse tightened and ready
Elated
Waiting
For another shock
A pleasure
Pain
Destruction
Your mind
Clear
Cloudy
A storm
A calm tide
Let go of your inhibition
Embrace your faults
Your strengths
Because nothing you ever do
Would make you infallible
That voice
Inside your head
Should stumble
Should crack
Because nothing in this world
Can be perfect for too long
But what do I know?
Remember
I’m a bag
Of skin and bones
Being controlled
Cognizantly
By a 3 pound
Sack of electric
Muscle