My Way

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