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we have subtle lenses
attached to complex visions.
they call it creativity.
i call me falling off
the deep-end
not drowning
or swimming in
but falling.
guess its a perception thing.
i think at least if i were only drowning
i'd only have five more minutes of
living like this.
but falling,
i am still breathing
and i can be falling forever.
at least that's how it seems.
my mind made up
always different than
the norm or
the rest of the breathing world.
and i don't care if they do.
leave it to them.
i can't worry about
pleasing everybody.
i have too many damn ledges
to avoid catching,
to avoid becoming
just another
anybody
like the rest
of you sheep
in society.
my eyes will stay
wide awake.
*** you for loving me
and wanting me
and trying to
pull/push
tempt/sway
bribe/beg
me back to safety.
i don't want to be
tucked away
in someone else's
dreams.
that is my only nightmare.
