Another Grant rant.

[ButrosButros_Grantos]

Its okay it's all okay
yeah, just keep telling yourself that.
What would you know. you're just my
subconscious? Yeah, isn't it cute how we finish each others....
...Not a chance, aren't I the subconsciousas well, I am not speaking aloud.
But I'm the voice that matters, the voice that speaks how you feel, I answer the questions you ask.
So what am I asking?
You have to dig deeper.

I'm arguing with myself,
because at least I can win,
that argument against my friend,
my enemy,
myself.

Everything was clear, or near,
to being clear, I forgot which,
but at this stage it doesn't matter,
it's all clatter.
Nothing matters.

Because I have found my zone,
in which I will be alone, and be content
with myself and my musings,
of the word
and world.

I cannot make up my mind, if this
is is supposed to rhyme, but
if given a little time,
my mind perhaps
will work.

This is absurd, I give up, it's nonsense,
I make no sense, unless I can
let go and be myself.
The voices...
...won't let me.

Gather them all to one place,
a dinner party of selves,
I'm the waiter, the cook,
the guest, the maiter'd,
and of course,
the mad hatter...

 

[katmeow]

So appropriate to my state of mind at present.