Who knows what else that thing can do?
GOOD LORD – IT JUST KEEPS COMING.
Really, my friend, I so wish you could see; You are as firm as your nameplate to me.
Those should have been mine to cry
I used to dream of invisibility… or flight.
With so limited a vista, no wonder I haunt you! I’ve nothing better to do.
Norman Doors confuse and are begging to be pulled… pushed?
FEAR NOT! The angels always say.
Great Waves of contradiction meet in foam, the after-spray falls cool and wet on your face.
The ladder takes me up to where? A too-small portal waiting there.
I now own my road
And revel in its
And that will make all the difference.
At first, the whispers are few and quiet.
I’ve heard that stupid is as stupid does; so I am done with “doing” stupid now.
Freedom is strange… New.
Of course I want to be the best; I’m programmed to achieve
All is Chaos – Yet Structure and Purpose will always be found Within.
At the very least – PTSD starts with “Post”, So I’ve got that going for me…
CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.
So Sides I Switch – “Solutioning” right now; At least until my strength begins to wane.
Who Belongs? You tell me…