Pathing.

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The logic I find myself having to cater to

Runs in line with delegating a blind man

To address the overbearing elephant in the room.

Hell, I’m patient — but I’m not God — good too

‘Cause If I was,

Noah would have already built another ark.

 

Don’t be quick to adorn your robes eager arbiter

When it comes to the exploration of this medium

I express with the same finesse you’ve come to expect

When I inject — parts of me yet unseen

Onto the page, in a way, that pushes to motivate,

And encourage you, to have a better day.

 

I make it no secret, my frustrations have long since peaked

Appealing to my humanity means being open to an orbit of bad choices

Do we call it bad judgement or karmic justice?

When each attempt to connect

Threads with branches that carry values and reasons

As fleeting as each season.

 

 Tell me, is this the real world, or is this a simulation?

A rotation, of now and the time

It wasn’t a choice for me to be this clean-shaven.

Please excuse me, my mane has a habit of going all over the place

Much like the tendrils that latch onto my brain

All Cthulhu-like; stretching straight out of deep space.

 

I see patterns and symbols in my sleep;

Unfit for the terrestrial mind.

And when I wake, I’m hit by a pang of guilt

As I’m flooded by visions of a time when I still tried.

 

I don’t need platitudes to do the right thing

I need only look at what I am now and fear

What I will be if I don’t change my ways.

In the end, I don’t fight because you told me to,

I fight because I don’t have a choice.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: Gydw1n