my only nightmare
we have subtle lenses
attached to complex visions.
they call it creativity.
i call me falling off
the deep-end,
not drowning
or swimming in,
but falling.
guess its a perception thing.
i think at least if i were only drowning,
i'd only have five more minutes of
living like this.
but falling,
i am still breathing
and i can be falling forever.
at least thats how it seems.
my mind made up is
always different than
the norm or
the rest of the breathing world.
and i don't care if they do.
leave it to them.
i can't worry about
pleasing everybody.
i have too many damn ledges
to avoid catching,
to avoid becoming
just another anybody
like the rest of you sheep in society.
my eyes will stay
wide awake.
fuck you for loving me
and wanting me
and trying to
pull/push
tempt/sway
bribe/beg
me back to safety.
i don't want to be
tucked away
in someone elses
dreams.
that is my only nightmare.