In my head, in this heart, a wilderness of words and ideas lives. I go where I must. |
-Riding The Whims of The Mind- by Keaton Foster Bizarre Not far Riding The whims Of the mind Ignore sanity Replace reality Dare myself to be Grandiose Pompous Thus refined Doing time Alive Paying this price Seemingly Quite steep Unreasonable Indeed Who set These rules And why Breaking them Shattering them Now that’s living All things else Just existence Punching And kicking Get me out Let me be free This womb Is constricting Gripping Squeezing life Out of creation Leaving me feeling As if I was born In the wrong time I don’t belong Is this now These words Not just anecdotes These words Fuel for the fire There are some Maybe I’m one That just want to Watch this world Burn Then again Maybe I’m not I might be Something else Someone else Maybe all of these Are astute lies Told convincingly Maybe I’m brilliant Maybe I’m insane Can I be both Maybe I’m nothing In this life Where everything Is more God Then I I’m just not sure So here I am Writing out lines Taking the time Riding The whims Of the mind I go where And when It dare takes me I’ll refuse No place and time I’ll express it all There is nothing safe From me And because of me I’ll write until death And at some point Way off in the distance All of this will make sense In a world increasingly Nonsensical… Riding The Whims of The Mind Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |