I use certain words

and I get scared,

how would society react

all from the comfort

of my favorite chair at home.

is this literature,

stringing words together

that don’t make any sense.

Truth is though,

a story, always being told.

Seems every little thing

I do is monitored.

Paranoid reprisal

while still trying to figure out,

which way to stand.

So maybe life is

revealing itself.

I’m sitting here now,

and the bass is expanding

the sounds all

speak of a different time,

when confusion

was attractive.

I’ll let you go now,

next time.

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