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