Be That Thing
A manifestation;
Look deep into the eyes of every failure device that once looked back at you. You’ll remember more about it than they do, until you succeed. That’s when the leeches resurface. What do we care about leeches anyway?
Level up to what you need to become. Bring to life the not giving a fuck gene, dust it off the scare shelf, and shine the lamp directly on its nucleotides. Super-charge those cells and only look back to watch your back, not to look for approval from the gravel walkers.
Why does it come so late? Do we really need to learn lessons from cruel and uninformed ghosts? Ghosts whose chains aren’t big enough for two? Our faulty wiring and misfiring never allowed us to check the padlock, did they? Our shame was their oxygen. Shared air always tastes bitter.
A paranoid dream awaits your sleep and so the hours in which you commit to it grows longer and longer. Carve out the land and distance from the path, it leads to ruin anyway. Can you float? Do so.
If you want to be somebody, why not be your body? Your mind, your grit, your motion? It’s all better for you than theirs is anyway. Be your own savior, your own czar. Big up yourself for a change. Leave someone else’s Christ on their cross.
We all live under the dome so why not die after the escape? I’m assuming we do escape because I want it to be real. See the trail, follow the trail and crawl through that void; that pit of freedom, even if it’s just to try the food and drink.
Take this for example, what is it? It’s nothing and it’s everything all at the same time. Does it stand for me? Maybe...maybe at this moment it does. Maybe it’s dead on arrival tomorrow. I’m not sure it even matters because I can birth another ramble anytime I want to. It’s desire and nonsense, dirt and gold. It’s out of order for you and crumbs for me.
Late at night when you’re thinking about the past and the future swoops in to kill you both, just stop and make mention of this. What do you have to lose? You’re winning nothing where you are right now, so why not approach any prospective triumph and introduce your corpse to it? Level the playing field a bit or fuck off.
I don’t know what this is and that’s exactly the point. What does it need to be anyway? I don’t think it needs to be anything, does it? A flickering light of inspiration turned into words for someone, no one and everyone to pass on? I can live with that, what choice do I have? What choice do you have? Well, all of them actually. We own all of the choices. The failure, the heartbreak, and the uselessness happens when we take exactly none of them.
It’s always time to look up. The clock strikes now on personal recreation.
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