I wish I could express how I really feel
But language is math
And math is art
And I can’t remember why I started this anymore . . .
When everything is so nuanced
What is there to really say, anyway?
I wish I could tell you robots what it’s like to be a human . . .
The last one to feel something real
But you can’t be a romantic if you give up hope
Nope
You can’t keep going if you stop believing
My head is floating off
And my soul is lost
And I’ve given up hope
I don’t feel it anymore
The romantic doesn’t live in here
The novelty is gone
Replaced by cruelty
That’s what happens when you romanticize romance
The man in the dungeon
Saw his shadow on the wall
And tried to integrated him
And then his shadow broke him out of the dungeon
After years of being locked up
He got his freedom
And he walked around town
Living again
He saw all of the people
And he saw the sun
He breathed in fresh air
And saw cleavage
He saw the market
And the castle
And then the kingdom
And the jester’s
He saw the slaves
And how the kids behave
He saw the lakes
And all of humanities mistakes
He saw his reflection
And everything he was
He saw his old lover
And his old mother
He saw his younger brother
And the moon
He heard the music
And saw so many eyes
He fed his shadow some food
And talked to travelers
He smoked with the dragons
And flew with the owls
And
After awhile
He stole a television
And a couch
And walked back into the dungeon
Where he and his new friend, ‘Shadow’
Set down their new couch
Mounted their new television
And locked the door.
CH 9/16/24
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