.
So,
what do I know?
Except for the days
and the pain
of my experience.
I’m only me
and the joy
of existing
in all this
nothingness.
I can’t tell you
how to live.
I’ve never been
in your skin.
You don’t know
shit about me.
I’m here
to make belief,
and myth
out of message.
How you make it
through the day
is evidence
that we are not
the same.
Don’t you see
that it’s okay
to be different?
All that fault
that you put on me,
is the same;
reversed so easily.
I can handle my atrocity,
but I watch you turn
from what you see
when it’s reflected back.
No one is perfect.
Everyone is wrong.
We don’t really know
what’s going on.
I’ve been turned on you,
and you’ve been turned on me.
We’ve been engineered
to disagree,
and die over our differences.
You’re just trying
to live while dying
and I’m just doing
the same.
Going after
each other
is courting
disaster.
The outcome
is always
insane.
You don’t know me,
and I don’t know you,
but I feel pain
and fear
just like you do.
I feel joy
and love,
just the same.
Who would drive us apart?
Who gains,
from all this mayhem?
I think it’s obvious.
HG – 2022
