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Bluelighter
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The Battle of the Memes
The Scene: 11PM, Bluesky coffeehouse, I sit a hermit in my expanse of academia and the table before me. The clutter of sorority chatter pecks at my ear. My mind decides to go for a stroll…
“Who are you?”
“Excuse me?”
“You have traveled here; it’s but a simple question. Who are you?”
“I am Richard.”
“NO! Who are you?”
“I told you.”
“What is in a name? What does it say about the real you? Nothing! Turn your eyes inward; look around. So I ask you again…Who-Are-You?”
“I am no one in particular.
I am the one who watches from afar.
I am the one who has done too little.
I am the man in the corner, who blends into the wall.
Sometime I have to remind myself to breathe.
I spend too much time online.
I think too much.
Thoughts come and go but nothing to bick about.
I have given my heart and it was returned dry and burnt on toast.
I yearn for a cause to live for,
I have so much to share; I find my mind overflows, loosing my thoughts constantly.
So I stare off frantically writing in a transfixed daze, not knowing when it has stared or stopped. I just write.
You ask me who I am? –
I am no one…a nothing
Just a cog in a machine, rotating clockwise
A monkey in a cage, panhandling for peanuts
Just a traveler…passing through.
The Scene: 11PM, Bluesky coffeehouse, I sit a hermit in my expanse of academia and the table before me. The clutter of sorority chatter pecks at my ear. My mind decides to go for a stroll…
“Who are you?”
“Excuse me?”
“You have traveled here; it’s but a simple question. Who are you?”
“I am Richard.”
“NO! Who are you?”
“I told you.”
“What is in a name? What does it say about the real you? Nothing! Turn your eyes inward; look around. So I ask you again…Who-Are-You?”
“I am no one in particular.
I am the one who watches from afar.
I am the one who has done too little.
I am the man in the corner, who blends into the wall.
Sometime I have to remind myself to breathe.
I spend too much time online.
I think too much.
Thoughts come and go but nothing to bick about.
I have given my heart and it was returned dry and burnt on toast.
I yearn for a cause to live for,
I have so much to share; I find my mind overflows, loosing my thoughts constantly.
So I stare off frantically writing in a transfixed daze, not knowing when it has stared or stopped. I just write.
You ask me who I am? –
I am no one…a nothing
Just a cog in a machine, rotating clockwise
A monkey in a cage, panhandling for peanuts
Just a traveler…passing through.
