3 November 2012
Alas a break from my sleep and thus I awake, On the 5th of November two thousand and twelve, These walls around me pause, look at myself, Alive, healthy, feeling good with myself, Such pools in my mind, the knowledge is wealth, I looked around the room, first perceiving the shelf, What lay next to it, was a vision itself, Images through the frame and its distance is felt, Finally my eyes clear, I'm leaving this cell, How do I know the time and those visions I felt, Walking through the hall-contemplating locked in a spell, Pictures in my mind-paint a perfect plan where I stand, Through my strides out the building-to the streets, understand, Have to find the man from my vision-to hell with the plan, So I proceed through the doors, find a lot of stares, Blank faces look at me unawares, They seemed to me, to be lost to the cause-so after a short pause, My feet chose my course and in my own thoughts, A voice was speaking, it was my own voice from a pool full of thoughts Saying: Madness, disease, hunger, war and strife, Why oh why do these things run this life, Damn, got to stay focused, Tripped, didn't fall over a skull, With its brains out and all, But through it all, why was I caught in awe, It was THE chip, that could have explained it all.
© 2012 by Pthasse Amadeus
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