Seeing Patterns

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

Gravity

Odds

Detail

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

 

 

 

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My Eyes Are Open

There is something wrong

With me

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 me

It’s the world

The Outside Inside

“See you soon!”

Social tentacles

F**k it

You want everyone to know

Where you go

Even though

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

Guess what?

There’s no plot

There’s only filler

And most of it is bad filler

Living Uncertainty

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.