Nothing Exists Without Me

I think you may be
one of the few alive
that comprehends my style
as I feel there is more
way more to this world
than daily meets the eyes
as the physical it speaks
oh so silently and says
“All is a lie because the truth
would blow your mind
which itself is a construction
of the forces of spacetime
because who and what you are
beyond its confines
is something that shines
bright from the eyes of a child
as we’re born intuitively grasping
we are the sole axis
around which everything spins
before confusion sets in
and we’re relegated to the edge
and thus off centered in this realm
and prone to illusion”.

This age, in essence,
where mired in delusion
people worship illusion and pretend
they comprehend the depth
of what it means to draw breath
as ignorance is their master
and avarice their best friend
The learned have motivations
not much different as well
as the institutions are corrupt
and steer men from from themselves
as misery lxves company

So they all daily sing
of the pains and unfilled needs
that reverberate within
via the fake smiles and engineered wiles
that define modern life
as they pose socially for the medes
screaming quietly
“Please accept me.
it is the gift I cannot give
yet need so myself
as this immense unrest
fueled by ignorance that swells
dictates my each step
along with the ragged breaths
that underpin my concepts
of who and where I am,
alone in this realm.
Oh, please accept me I beg
as I cannot accept myself”.

Yet if you turn and tell them this
they think you’re crazy
in extremis
even though it shines from their core
their motivation, du jour
and I see it all over
Like its written on their face
the half blind and semi crazed
that think everything’s OK
because they are so well adjusted
to a society profoundly sick
due to ignoring the wisdom
that always dwells within.

Tell me something, my friend
for there is no such thing as strangers
in my experience
when we are of one essence
does what I’ve said make sense?
In some way resonate?
Do you ever think this way?
Or is this just my perspective
from the eye of the storm
as I’m open to interpretations
as that is all one knows
in a world of uncertainty.

Till we meet again