my father once feared
for my imaginative mind.
he thought the real world
already captured my time.

He was right.
i was pinochio
deep in the sea
with nothing
but a great big whale
housing me,
keeping me safe

but nevertheless
there i was
locked away
in a watery cave..

maybe that is why
i continue to
silently rage

i am afraid.
of my mind.
of the hourglass i create
and the concept of time
and obligation to shine
like a pretty dime.
why can’t i be me,
is that such a crime?

but that is how i feel.
out in the world civilians
call real.

are all loners villains?
just because we cannot be
civil in chains?

How would you feel, if you
were locked by your brain.

this is all a game.
sit at wait
your turn will come
not a second before
you think its done.

your life has only just begun.
take the plunge,
it will spit you out
matter of fact
without a doubt.

ramblings. my mind...
its dangerous to be
me.