First time posting something on here. Restarted writing recently after many years absence so looking for all feedback possible.

Thanks in advance.

UNTITLED XIV

Is this life experience a total fabrication?

Am I just a figment of my pure imagination?

Or is it simpler and I add the complication?

An enlightening journey not of self-excavation?

It’s not a work trip but a goddam vacation.

I often wonder if there’s even a god anyway?

If they were ever here, they’ve definitely gone away

And left this place of wondrous beauty go to ruin and decay.

In the greedy hands of those thinking not of tomorrow, only today.

Or maybe they are the gods now and we are just their slaves?

Robotic, mindless drones numbed slumbering with invisible chains.

Technology has us all trapped feeling invisible joy impervious to pain.

Believing to be happy all that matters is money, success and fame.

And it’s ok to be different so long as you believe the same.

You can’t look around you if you’re hooked on a screen.

Why can’t we rise up, wake up and start living the dream?

We aren’t fucking robots, we’re human fucking beings.

Their ends can in no way justify their means.

We’re meant to live, we’re meant to think, we’re meant to be.

A revolution of the masses must happen; we’ve not a moment to spare.

But is the only way to get attention to like, follow and share?

And thusly get caught up in whatever the bluebird cares?

Start the revolution as soon as I get beyond that magnificent stare.

Actually maybe the answer will come if I buy that watch there…

No. Time waste not. The answer lies in freedom, love and truth.

Those noble principles to which forever I task to stay true.

Fuck fake love from the masses, I’d rather real love from few.

Especially that love I feel whenever I’m with you.

And when all’s said and done, maybe the answer is forty-two.

Constantly seeking answers to questions I can’t even comprehend.

When I should be seeking plain sailing through to the end.

Be like everyone else and just smile, fake and pretend.

And forget these thoughts with which my mind does contend.

Maybe it is only at death that I’ll fully transcend?

I tasted LSD and DMT to help me see and understand.

Now the PHD diagnoses ADD and PTSD with pen and pad.

Appears as if these letters are the keys to the man.

Another soul misunderstood, written out of the masterplan

Like the coin disappears from the magician’s hand.

Vanishing in plain sight, still there but largely ignored

Standing on the ragged precipice of a bloody red door

Shut firmly by blue hands of perfect blue whores

Smiling vacantly as they tot up their perfect scores.

And who the fuck am I anyway to think they’d let me in?

Only a special chosen few were born to live, to win.

I must contemplate quietly my fate and my sins

Impure, imperfect, impossible, gotta take it on the chin.

I wasn’t supposed to come here, to contemplate and think.

Just another number crunching numbers in a beautiful bubble.

Live your life clean, pay your taxes, don’t ever get into trouble.

Don’t think, don’t ask, don’t grumble, crumble or rumble

Because in this world, the person behind you is your own very double.

A faceless shadow all too happy to step into your place.

And these thoughts to me do leave a freezing, bitter taste

Unsure if I can keep up to this reality’s unrelenting pace

Just seeking peace of mind during this eternal chase.

Truth or lie? Love or hate? Good or bad? Right or wrong?

East or west? Believe or scorn? Live fast or live long?

A fragile, majestic butterfly like imagined in beautiful song?

Or a sturdy oak, unflinching, unmoving, silent and strong?

Joyful isolation or fake warmth amongst the throngs?

Is this life experience a total fabrication?

Am I just a figment of my pure imagination?

Or is it simpler and I add the complication?

An enlightening journey not of self-excavation?

It’s not a work trip but a goddam vacation.

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