You evil, evil man
Making me fall in love with your words again
I tell myself I'll stay away
But I can not seem to leave
I pick up your thoughts and chew them up
I process them, I commandeer them
They are now my thoughts
You have planted the seed in my head
I now think a new way
I dare to think outside the box
And yet
I am told to stay in the box
By superiors and society
"Know your place" they say
So I stop reading
I focus on equations
I focus on what they tell me
Eight hours at school,
Eight hours of homework
Followed by an hour of lying awake in bed
Thinking of your words
They keep me up at night
For night is the only time I may think
Seven hours of restless sleep
I start my day over
The same monotonous,full beat
I repeat
I'm running on empty
I cannot function
My lack of your words is drying me out
I'm dying slowly by my lack of you
In the dark of my restless night
I grab something.
One small, insignificant nothing
And yet
It is the most important thing
It is a book
A book of letters thrown together to make words.
These words are thrown haphazardly into sentences.
Long, beautiful, elegant sentences.
These sentences are controlling
These are dictators
They make me think.
