someone sitting on someone’s head
eating someone’s leftovers
unknowingly twisting their head to jerk off someone’s reality
a melting pot of cultural infidelity
trust no one says Big Brother
take what comes your way
before someone beats you
believe it or not
we prefer not to belong
levitating from one house party to the other in hope of encountering
enlightment
you’d have to walk for miles to find your own place
you might loose your breath
you might never get there
I am no preacher of black death
No butterfly pinned down brutally to the wall
Yet I wisp my heavy wings
Before
belonging
appears as an undefined mechanism
an invisible boundary between being and being further
from what may or should be of importance
who has guts to decide?
to swim against the tide of socalled fulfilment
there’s always rights and a wrongs
you know that
changes prevent things to stay the same
what you see now
can play a key
role
in your future
