When did the American Dream cross the sea?
Everywhere you look you can see it
The idea that anything is possible
That living outside the rules of reality is viable
It can’t be only me who sees it, can it?
Have I fallen so far in the this cynical abyss that everything I now see is a twisted version of itself?
Reading back over the years and everything written to me is how life is, yet to everyone else it’s nothing more than bitter words from a broken heart of long ago that never truly stopped bleeding.
Surely other people can see the hypocritical nature of humans?
Those who lived that drug fuelled life and are now reformed and holier-than-thou and championing the spiritual life of benevolence and magnanimity, ugh such bulllshit, it’s all bullshit.
Argh, this frustration, what, where does it come from and why won’t it leave me.
Which door is closed, what is behind it, how can it be found?
It is that one in the corner of my eye, the one I look to see and yet each time it’s never there. Is it madness, or something else?
At this point in my life I reckon the Mobius Chair would be rather useful, alas that is but fiction and time marches on until we are merely shadows & dust, just like Proximo said.
“Shadows & dust Maximus. Shadows & dust…..”