Encamped within the blankets of the midnight sun
I am lost, & scared; confused indeed.
I know little of truth, if truth exists
I speak & the stories I tell are false
Love or hate, desire or power, I cannot ascertain their strength nor value & virtue, legality or even sense?
I speak my mind; delusions play.
A fatal flaw, a door, an entrance to another world I seek.
I stare at life & conquer fear & a lie
I tell you things, I draw these things,
But the fear of the heart persists
& I question you.
Bewitched by lust, controlled by want
My mind facilitates the loan of thought
A fabric made of fables known to women of a certain age
& all who lie
– The human race
Mindless, naked bodies in feminine & incredible disguise, I seek your bliss!
& riches made in notes which burn.
My wallet holds secrets bound
Credit cards unused & lewd ownership of cars.
& the biggest lie?
That I exist
& in this told I find myself chained & fixed & worse controlled
By banks & dreams & Hollywood,
Of governments & gestures shook.
Nor Friends & family I say exist
& sex or intellect, none do persist
& so I dream of sleep & waste my time
& watch the sun arise, as tomorrow flies.
A sad reprise but wonder works.
I ask you – how much freedom do we have?
~ The power of the unknown scares the hell of me.
© ed Simkins