Defenestration

I walk with light steps, with each breath I seem less connected to the everyday world that I address,

words no longer impress, concepts cannot express the the cognitive dissonance that makes life so complex;

the fact that I suspect anything everyone accepts can affect my direction and hinder my progress.

Sometimes it's like my mind's being abused, but others it feels like I'm just being used,

forced into corners, persuaded to choose acceptable parameters and yesterday's news,

like those who gain knowledge from blank autocues, biased publications and yesterday's news,

but I refuse to bury my head in the ground or allow myself to be shackled and bound,

to be mentally twisted and battered around, I listen for answers but I can't hear a sound.

So as I deliberate all sorts of facts, embarrasing sagas and unspeakable acts,

my id seems to want more, my ego racts, but can you alter ego and switch to other tracks?

Well now all my egos are watching their backs; I laugh as they try to paper over the cracks;

the crevices I see open up in between are ones that until now have remained unseen,

but you'll soon arrive at the place I've just been - see the mess made of my very own crime scene;

fingerprints and beta waves have left it unclean, but nobody's past is completely pristine,

and you can't use a rubber to erase history but I've tried anyway - made attempts - just to see;

saw if I was full of holes then you'd all be missing me, so I'll just omit details and create a mystery.

Novel ideas have got got me all out to sea - that's fine but don't know where my body should be;

I think fast, processing thoughts of thoughtfulness, 'till in the end I meditate on thoughts of worthlessness;

who determines worth while other things appear worthless? I guess it's down to those holding the fat wallets and purses,

f*****g purse strings, they're looking more like a noose and there's such a tight grip on them that they're never coming loose,

'cause they sit up there on beanstalks with a giant golden goose, laying massive fiscal eggs and s**t this fowl is so profuse;

it keeps on laying and laying so I'm thinking 'what's the use'? because every time you question things you just get an excuse,

or a lie to cover up what's really going on, our beloved institutions sing the same old sad song -

'nothing to see, nothing to hear and your ideas are wrong, dissentful voices, hearts and minds simply don't belong in a civilised society where our morals are strong, we dictate how you behave and you must play along'.

It's just, to me, the game rules have never really been too clear everyone is playing if you strip off their veneer

down to the bone and make their waters still run clear, if running gets you anywhere what have you got to fear?