A Limited Destiny
Don't overdevelop me;
I am already broken in by every storm in the psyche raging simultaneously;
it is not that the end is near,
but that fear itself is a little too catching,
and I'd advise you not to come too near,
for fear of what you, too,
might be hatching.
Is it a dream? A trademark? An IP regime?
A hallmark of pain
or someone staying in their lane,
because anything closer
and you, yourself, are suddenly here
and left suddenly reeling;
nothing is ever made clear again,
and this, paradoxically, to some people, makes it easier.
It is living, and seeing
what is not there.
So that life becomes so much easier to bear.
If there is no meaning,
then yes, whatever you're seeing
isn't really there.
Believing
can be whatever you want it to be.
Revealing yourself
beomes abject. Suspect. Even irrevocably
deadly. You might have a heart attack.
An aneurysm. Prostate cancer. Anything really
that could be a problem
rather than a mere hiccup in your system
as was probably originally intended to be.
So wake up, fellow traveller to nowhere,
because if you didn't realise
they don't seem likely to extend its warranty.