I have realized now what my problem is
I thought I could swallow this world
I thought I could listen to the thud
The bang
Noise of the world
And I can finally think for myself
A sea of difference
I can’t survive without being aggressive
To be violent
Hypocritical
See those red in the eyes
And get what I want
Free from the burden of proof
Do it my way somehow
‘My Way’ was written by someone else
On my way to a taxi ride
I made up a story
People who make up stories are deeply disturbed
Proof of existence because I create the winds
Ley-lines, Flexion creases, Chemtrails
Cigarette butts
Stars
All point me to you
Paul Anka wrote ‘My Way’
And I want to be Frank Sinatra.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
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“People who make up stories are deeply disturbed” or just prefer living in an augmented reality. Caution however: do not speak aloud to your characters when you are not writing. It frightens people.
True, we don’t want to disturb the normies. 😉