Strangeness

It's flowing in my brain,

It rocks me.

It takes over me,

It destroys me.

It is logic's fiercest enemy,

It rebels me.

But who am I to judge it,

Because what do I even know.

But who am I judge it,

It is a suppressed part of me.

Apparently I lack self control.

Apparently I lack research tool.

Apparently I lack acceptance of the other.

Author's Note

This poem was originaly written in another language and translated so the actual meanings in some parts are slightly different than they might seem to be in this version.