I want to be a crazy and unorthodox thinker. Unafraid to
test new paths. New ways of making sense. Of everything. I’ve learned. That it
makes sense to not make sense. Thereby, allowing me to fit in comfortably. To a
crazy world. For most of my life, I assumed that my mission was to become sane
and sensible. By not fitting in. By not being like everyone else. By being a
unique individual. By resisting being labeled
a robot. A non-thinker. Constantly marching in place. Regimented. Going through the
motions of living. Yes, that’s what I must pretend to be and do. In order to be an effective spy and pretender. And to manage
my escape. From the asylum. To I not know where. --Jim Broede
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