A weird poem about seeing people in different ways and how impacts my writings. |
-People Moving Sideways- by Keaton Foster All around Some up Some down Some on their heads Others on their hands Some with eyes Others with mouths Not one of them the same Carbon copies of copies I see them as they are They see themselves As something entirely different What exactly that is I have not a damn clue I only know the truth But I do not know The reason for the lie Everywhere I face Everywhere I see People moving sideways Standing here I feel quite queer When I step When I leap I move in straight lines Dissimilar opposites One and the same Two in the brain One for death Another for drama My finger Always on the trigger One ounce of pressure Away from going off If and definitely when God won’t allow me to miss He has a plan for me A purpose in the hand When I get to his Heaven He is gonna beat me with it He is gonna teach me a lesson That I have been unable to learn Until then I am here In this spot This place of confusion This wilderness of illusion The trees are tall The flora and fauna is thick Hiding in the underbrush Are capable creatures Overfull, their stomachs ache Standing in plain sight Are unquantifiably more Terrifying specimens People moving sideways While I stand still Taking everything in Reality was real for a time Now that is not the case Reality always finds its place At the corner of the page Everything else is fake Everything else is cake To feed my soul To let me know that what I see Is what I make it out to be The speciality of who I am And what I can do Or should I say Not do… People Moving Sideways Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |