Frauds and fiends and poets that rhyme
They want your best - to be told
Just to grind you up and laugh sans accountability
Imagine if I ever actually got my shit together
No seriously consider that for one moment
If I didn't sabotage opportunity from Fear of Failure or Rejection
Scares me too!
What did they say in school about
"Not Reaching Potential"
or some retarded shit because I was just bored
that never captured essence, nuance, or context
Just make it up, since forever
Craziest shit if you BELIEVE in it
Almost like I have to
geek myself up anymore to BELIEVE in it
The futility of tangents
The uselessness (of it all)
How hard is it to find meaning anymore?
What are people doing for art anymore?
It was so simple being young and naive
And so full of world-changing
confidence brimming
Blinders of bliss and balls and ignorance
Neither a poet nor a writer of
English language words and phrases
Not a musician or a photographer for other people to enjoy
Prophet? Creator? Artist? none of the above - No! Stop!
I know
I realized it early with that "house" thing
Again with the "iceberg" thing
Tracing back, I saw it all, all along; middlespace, right?
I am either inittowinit or
Hopelessly locked out
Like that time in the third grade
When I could still magically make all things happen at will
What could be left in this old half-full horse
Can the game be changed still?
Do questions still require answers?
Like 500 whores-power at full throttle mind
There is plenty of joy to be had left
behind like sad old people in AC
Hagakure, see?
like just Sean said to finish this piece for me
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