Sometimes I dream of saving the world,
From the invisible hand that brands us,
With badges of servitude,
Forcing us into their mold,
Controlling us in subtle ways,
Unseen, yet ever-present.
But I can't halt its grip,
I'm not adorned with hero's cape,
Just an anonymous soul,
Lost in the crowd,
Alone in the vast expanse.
Without rebellion's whisper,
I'd be engulfed in solitude,
Drowning in the sea of isolation
Loneliness grips me tight,
Tears flow like silent rivers,
An ache too familiar,
A burden too heavy to bear alone.
What do normal people do,
When sadness engulfs like a storm?
They reach out to friends, or family,
I think.
That's not an option,
I don't know how to talk to people
I get labelled a sinner
For my views being different
My choices often cross society's norms
A circle in a square whole,
The stone that the builder refused,
A misfit
Presently, I feel the need to get away
To find the calm within the storm
I tried going within
But I dont feel prepared enough
So at least I know I try and find help from the outside
The squishy little ball in hand,
With the yin & yang symbol on it -
Reminding me of how I try and find balance
Between the weight of the world
And the delight of my daydreams
I need an escape and space seems okay
i can imagine my being gliding on comets
And cohabiting unfamiliar planets
I just need to get away
Spacecrafts are absofuckinlutely expensive
I'll just ignite the cheapest one accessible -
These fragments of meth
Whispers of oblivion in each tiny pill,
Seductive allure in their deadly dance,
Elixir of shadows,
Masking pain with thrill.
