It is not about you

It is about me

What I want…

What I need…

It is an eventuality

So you may concede

By all means do as you please

. . if it does not please me

Your existence is irrelevant

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..