i wrote this when extremely sleep deprived, not my best.

What is the point?

Will there ever come a time when there is a point,

to point at and say “is this it? Is this the point?”

doubt that, doubt that very much, don't you doubt it?

You should, or you shouldn't. After all,

you are your own person. Or are you.

Are you led with blissful blindness and non-recognition,

by the others. The others who shout, scream, murder, laugh, cry, wake, sleep, die, live, steal, think?

Think about it.

Can you honestly tell me you are truly your own?

Your own worst nightmare or your own euphoric dream.

Just think, just think.  

The End

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