At some point in the story something shifted on me…
The tone twisted from searching to survival methods in a blink
I felt the change, the color scheme went dim to complete the symphony…
An Ode to Deep Blue…
If you only knew…
I thought I was safe too, until the seams came unglued,
Only then did I know it was true.
The plastic came down to reveal a circus arena
A hard truth I hadn’t previously seen into
A big top… with everything anyone might be into…
Looking around, I realized, no one else knew…
Spiritually, I came unglued…
screeching like a monkey while trying to get them to see,
only to be thrown a couple pretty pennies for my act… welcome to the show…
If only you could see, if only you knew…
you might do what I do…
I’ve heard it all… I’ve been there too…
and I just can’t fall into the narrative you know…
I’d rather walk alone in my own shoes, than spend a million how-to’s
seeking bastardized empathy, a wolf in sheeps clothings favorite coating
sympathy’s stale stench means nothing in comparison to a genuine hand…
You can’t feed a poor man in IOU’s, stale words from fat lips mean nothing in a pandemic
Sympathy is nothing but synthetic Nancy… keep your ice cream, and eat it too,
talk like you do and you wonder why someone would throw literal pooh at you?
Nothing but a fatal social crutch, one we’ve learned to lean on to much.
A tool used to socially distance fantasies from realities
while neglecting good, solid common sense or reason to anything…
A life of feelings is divisive indeed, the seeds we sow bare the fruit we reap.
The tendencies we feed… we tend to keep.
….
So keep sympathies far from me… they lead to nothing but unraveling beings as far as I can see.
turning sovereignty into unhinged beasts capable of doing hateful things…
Like killing strangers in the name of… anything…
Have we seriously learned nothing from real history?
Screaming justice while feeling justified in their actions igniting hell on a new scale
because behind them is an echo chamber hissing their new clothing is fitting well…
At this point in my dream this version of me waves me along.
Sending me with a final instruction, pay attention…
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