Purpose

I used to want to be good.
It wasn’t good.
Then I was bad –
I just wanted respect for something.
These days I’m so weak –
I have no choice, but to be honest.
Pretending is a luxury.
People aim to be free
Building their cacoons in the meantime…
My own brain had me for dinner…
So I smile.
No reason to see…
I lost the navigating system.
So many people want to be special.
I just want want to be NORMAL –
Something I’ll never be
So I cover myself with fresh mist
Strange how many people want a piece of me…
How can this be?
I’m just NOTHING.

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