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I’m in the business of invention In the art of new intention Making something out of nothing And falling back on no convention I’m a spontaneous generator A clumsy, crude, and crazed creator Deftly dodging laws of physics And without a moderator Unchecked I grow my thoughts too fast Too big, too bold, but built to last Fed on dregs and trivial words And made of insecurities vast I’m in the business of spinning tales Of conjuring roaring mental gales Convinced my happiness can’t stick And swallowed up in false travails I’m the master of complication The reigning queen of brute frustration The duchess of dismantled plans And dreams that fell to degradation See, my mind invents its own dismay And cannot think a simpler way Assuming all must fall apart Thus keeping hopefulness at bay I’m in the business of delusion Hooked on sinking in confusion Stuck with a mis-wired brain That treats all joy like an intrusion I’m a wild contradiction Anxious over bits of fiction Wishing for the chance to breathe When this rush is my addiction Worrying is what I know best Accustomed to distraught unrest Small wonder that a happy thought Is treated like a passing guest Small wonder that my frenzied mind Assumes that Fate must be unkind So even when the tides have turned I cannot leave Distress behind
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Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 6:20 PM UTC
The Business of Delusion
I’m in the business of invention In the art of new intention Making something out of nothing And falling back on no convention I’m a spontaneous generator A clumsy, crude, and crazed creator Deftly dodging laws of physics And without a moderator Unchecked I grow my thoughts too fast Too big, too bold, but built to last Fed on dregs and trivial words And made of insecurities vast I’m in the business of spinning tales Of conjuring roaring mental gales Convinced my happiness can’t stick And swallowed up in false travails I’m the master of complication The reigning queen of brute frustration The duchess of dismantled plans And dreams that fell to degradation See, my mind invents its own dismay And cannot think a simpler way Assuming all must fall apart Thus keeping hopefulness at bay I’m in the business of delusion Hooked on sinking in confusion Stuck with a mis-wired brain That treats all joy like an intrusion I’m a wild contradiction Anxious over bits of fiction Wishing for the chance to breathe When this rush is my addiction Worrying is what I know best Accustomed to distraught unrest Small wonder that a happy thought Is treated like a passing guest Small wonder that my frenzied mind Assumes that Fate must be unkind So even when the tides have turned I cannot leave Distress behind
Written 6/13/11
kassiani
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kassiani
32/F/American
Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 6:20 PM UTC
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