this is not me


another mind has taken over control of my body


these feet move beside me as i am walking


i am not a people person for certain i am a wall thing


one that can use more sun without the watering


i prefer being me


i enjoy being thee


person uncertain walking paths without destinies


knowing anything else is considered the rest of me


god willing i don't want to hurt those closest to me


i just want people to like me without falling in love with me


me me me me me


i sound as vain as a hijacked train


let me rephrase that


i am more identical to a falling plane


go ahead and point the finger at me and push the blame


i am no devil or arch angel


give me a moment


let me explain


i really dont know what is happening to me


i am really unsure whether or not i am merely


dodging my own blasphemies


under this weather the rain coaxing allergies


i remember a time when i contended for salaries


now here is the rhyme where i just sit back and laugh at me


seriously


where is the he who is me?


who am i? and why must this be?


living in a reality killed by a fatality when mixed with a fantasy


i will never know both heaven and hell no matter how hard i think


analytically


i can not feel the two simultaneously


imagine living in both visually


when it is most impossible biblically


i can only be one me


honestly


if i am not myself than


who do you want me to be?


i have lived on both easy street


and that avenue called struggling


i have been irrate under moments unhumbling


i have been most modest at best when i am hovering


using psychological blankets for covering


up my feet when i was knee deep in fish


i have even stood in water where i could careless


as i piss


adding to the insanity of humanity i prefer broke


over rich


in the matrix


i am just another glitch


in this world


i want to be alone


i dont want to be strapped


to what i can have


in someone elses home


i wanna be the shy guy


who tries to reprise


whence whispering megaphoned


i am 34

when i want to be a 100 degrees


i want to swing on the the branches of


every fit tree


without everyone looking


i want no one to see


when i am dead


i want to have no regret


as long as i know


i was just

ME

loved it.it was pure.

Now that speaks 'real'..

love the wrinkles

loved it