Turn off the light,
Force my eyes to adjust
So for a brief point in time
I don’t have to deal with the world.
The roués of an instance
Pressing and compressing
Ideas once held so dearly,
So close to the chest,
Fundamental morals that are nurtured and grown to define who I am, to determine what defines me,
to know what best explains who, what, when, where and why I become ‘I’;
We are all required
To develop an acquired
Taste of territoriality
Over who we are, and what we have
Who we have and why we are.
“She is mine. From the second I laid eyes on her I knew.”- The Landlord
That ‘I am who I am, and the only thing that changes is time’
Time does not change!
Who we are changes!
Change only comes from within.
The unfathomable amount of people I can and will be,
Stems from me and myself alone.
However poignant this is,
The matter arises that,
No question how much responsibility I have for why I am, who I am, and who I need to be;
These people will never meet.
We are told to dream,
That we can be whoever we want to be,
Though we never want to be who we are.
The closer we get to the carrot,
The more we realise
It is dangling from the pole taped to our heads.
Never live for the dream
Just be existent in the present,
For the vision does not exist.
And never will.
It just changes.
*And I am sick of dreaming… But I lack sleep.
…Oh god, what have I done?