Here I am once more at rest,
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Trying to compose a masterpiece
In the shadow of my waning consciousness.
It has been a long day
In a world I do not understand.
A day of working; toiling for ‘The Man.’
(I’ve never even met the guy…)
Has this society lost its mind?
Or maybe it’s just me…
Who is worthy to define
The line that binds insanity?
(I guess that would be ‘The Man’ again…)
Madness is nothing more
Than isolated genius;
Bound to the floor
Behind a closed door
That stands solid between us.
If we could open this door,
And step inside
The mind of the madman,
Then we too might understand.
The stigma of his madness would be lost;
Tossed aside to foreign lands…
While my diminishing sense of reason
Teeters precariously on the edge of extinction,
I find I am haunted by apparitions
Of things which have not yet been
(It seems the tides of time
Are on my side once again)…
The future sits at my left,
And the past at my right;
The present ran shrieking into the night…
(It’s too hot to be here right now anyway).
I would rather look into the eyes
Of a past love gone away,
Or turn the other way and negotiate
To keep that madness at bay.
(That’s what ‘The Man’ would want:
For me to sit quietly and behave)…
What is he hiding from us
With these prescribed lives dished out to the masses?
Lives seeking wealth and comfort and power;
The things for which their time passes.
(I’ve been dragged in as well).
…What is he distracting us from?..
I want to hunt for my meals,
And grow my own crops for food.
I will build my own residence
Wherever I choose.
I will help my neighbor at will;
We’ll all support each other
Without taxes or bills…
A non-violent anarchy?
“Couldn’t happen,” says ‘The Man.’
“And besides, I already own all the land.
So get down on your hands
And your knees for me.
Then I’ll tell you you’re free,
And you will believe.”
…Okay man, I’m free,
And I’ll be up early tomorrow
To make some more money…
Now I somberly slink off to bed…
The present is dead.