If you go looking for patterns you will find them
Not because they are there but because
You will them to be
A river over time will corrode into the earth
A sketch seen from space
With an expanding system
Determined by various factors we ignore and
Only see that the river’s fingers creep out
Like the neurons in our brains
Or the veins keeping us together
Surely these networks or links
By coincidence also look like
The roots and branches of a tree
Is it an earthly code
Or just the combination of
Do not read too far in and forget
That words were created by humans
Which are made of atoms
The same as a word
Made of letters
Made of ink or pixels
Made of atoms
There is something wrong
With this world
Thoughts overcrowd my head like a Bangladesh train ride
Don’t know what to believe
Who to trust
How can I trust myself when everything I know could be false information
Fed to me in a drip
There is too much of everything
Too many people
Too many lies
Brainwashed into the roles designed for us to live happy and fulfilling lives
It’s laughable to think we are close to freedom when whistle blowers are being sent to prison
In prison, snitches are taken care of
I guess our society is a bigger prison and we survive through our ignorance
It’s hard to have control of your life when you never owned it to begin with
There is something wrong
I’m awake at night
Haunted by dreams of eyes that never shut
That watch as I leap from a building that melts to the ground
It’s the world
“See you soon!”
You want everyone to know
Where you go
You bite your tongue
At the thoughts that could shatter an illusion
It’s all bullshit
Just for the likes, bitch
I’m a nihilist
You want to fight me?
You can’t resist
There’s a blockade
Of the normal
Forcing you into a persona
A common coma
You want to punch me
Instead of smiling
Just do it
The force will be refreshing
What am I kidding
We’re all friends right?
We’re all so tight?
Gripping tight to the seats
Of the screening of our lives
There’s no plot
There’s only filler
And most of it is bad filler
I hate the way you think I can cheer up just by the silly faces you pull because you’re right.
You inflate me in a world of pin pricks.
You ignite me in a pile of damp sticks.
Wearing clothes someone else has made
Eating food someone else has grown
Living in a home someone else has built
Does this feel like your life?
Do you feel in control?
How can you be sure this is freedom?
You can’t go wherever you want.
You can’t do everything you want to do.
You were taught algebra and grammar.
You learnt about wars and the achievements of dead people.
You weren’t taught how to live beyond the confines of walls.
Or if life were possible out of reach from satellite connections.
We are supposed to be advanced.
We are the human race that knows ever square inch of earth.
What are we without our guns, our computers, our armour?
We are delicate and defenceless.
Our skin blisters under the sun.
We bleed at the scrape of rock.
We are blind in the dark.
The truth is there is no truth.
We send rockets into space in hope something out there gives us an answer.
In the meantime, we try to cope with the overwhelming fear.
The fear of the unknown.
Or the fear that we will never know.