why yes I am ...
I travel to different
feeding stations
residing in
urban reservations
it makes it easier
to keep track
of my kind
the tribe less
wandering
always moving
I've become domesticated
I am not the only one ...
living with the roaches
and rats, crawling with ants
and the crabs that fight back
watch pigeons scramble
for as much as possible
like running, cutting
to the front of the line
surviving off society's
decaying treats
this we do as a species ... there are those who support me in my endeavors. They know how much I impose upon our friendship. Thank you, for I am thankful for that. In the same respect even if I didn't have these individuals who looked out for me I can fall back on society's charity, for it provides the most basic of my needs. When I was young I was a runaway, when I was older I was military trained both of which makes the transition out of this society somewhat smoother.
not that I expect anyone to understand, but this is my separation from one path to another. It is not an easy thing to do. Too much programming has been installed as I forget to remember.
I want to return to the earth. I say that because it is something I have not done. I say this not to imply that it is the correct way, but seems to be a better direction to head in.
It makes sense to me on a level where everything I've learned thus far appears fundamentally flawed. Not wrong, only incorrect in how to live becomes all consuming.
I find there are too many distractions and people wonder why we suffer from ADD, as I watch spiders snag skillfully flying gnats underneath dodging, crawling ants ...
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