I want what I feel

I want what I feel

Not what I am

Only those intense initial reactions are real anyway

I want unpasteurized heat and unfiltered greed and

Everything we refuse to acknowledge

I’ve done all I could to shut it down,

From handing it a pink slip, to conversing with middle management

But afterwards I only feel weary.

Becoming one awash with red numbers

Idling waiting for the alarm to go off

And then off like a bullet, living without an errant thought

It’s those little thoughts that have made me feel like me

I want to twist on a tangent

Slur and slip over what is meaningful but feel it all the same

I want to run and scream

Laugh like a mad man, never once stopping for breath,

As I start spinning around.

The End

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