You have the chance to do so much
Yet here you are
Stuck in a rut… ruminating
The sense of doom undulating
As usual..
Automatic thoughts wrought with logic in error
Bewailing the terror
… the utterly devastating effect
That has infected and festered in full blooming rot
To assist the dissection
Simply change the inflections of these damaging thoughts
Psychosocial cultural physiology
All affecting me gravely
Acting together
Allies against me
Like.. the whole world is against me
… it’s just my perception you see
Literally
My deceptions
Are reality
My perceptions
Manifest gradually
Fester so sinister…
Waiting to pounce
As I await…
I’ve already predicted what awaits..
Spastic and extreme
With not much scruples
Scramble brained and..
Lacking a bit of couth
.. in all truth
With intentions made of gold
So hard to be sold
To manipulate the mold
That is set in place so statuesque
So hardened by experiences
Programmed by subconscious, age-old mores
Of a sad, dark, bleak society
It has been a long dark road
With many forks along the way
Which have caused many times a delay
Yet I never fully go astray
Not thus far
In so far as I can see
From my perspective
There is still that fire in me
Burning relentlessly
Against the winds in this desolate landscape
On this long dark road
Still headed wearily to my abode
Still…
Even as I erode..
Your lack of belief
Does not negate my existence
Your point of view is just another perspective
On a spectrum that spans infinity
In every direction that you may conceive
Your opinion is not baseless
It simply does not affect me
Your rejection could never test me
I will keep existing freely
