where is that thought i no longer see
how thruthfully it seemed to bear witness
of its existence
the purity naivity of when i harnessed that hope
full of closure and fear, just to adjust
just to be in comfort of this expectant society of
followers, no leaders but a scrawing small
man
is he to blame?
i really cant tell but i just need to feel safe
in unsafeness of not making decisions
because forcing myself to become someone i am
not made my life seem like an irony
a joke to think that a child has to feel real
by the means of knowing their role
for what would one be, in a society without a role
created and raised and brought up to
wonder as to where do i fit in
humans have this connection, important to them
to security and so grows fondness to it
and it caught me
too
where would i have been if not
for my own mind
thankfull, i am, for common sense i gained
from poetry and art probably
another day i would spent believing that
that role has to be full filled
until i die, so empty,
so used
