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Why oh, why
do I torment myself so? What is right and what is wrong? I am one; individual and unique. Yet, I judge myself by the opinions of those who are not like me. I am the one doing all the judging. Am I not a fool then? What should and should not be? Clearly that should be based on what I decide. What I do should be okay in my own mind. I have my reasons and if it’s okay, I should sleep at night. It is not so simple though. For my actions impacts on those around me; so they should have a say, not? If only I could surround myself with those that think like me. Then it could be ideal. I am one; individual and unique. What a task to find another as loony as I. For now, I suppose, I will have to act within the bounds of others’ belief. My mask will be colourful; throw them off as to who I really am. Oh human kind, how silly you are; running like sheep, feed a front the slaughterhouse. If I had to be a wolf, I could walk right up to them; sniff and at leisure pick my meal. I often checked for intelligence, but for that you require a brain. Your silly laws and false believes, prevents you from being free. I search for my kind, but they have all disguised themselves. So, I search behind the masks, so far only finding sheep. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |