sounds right, sounds reasonable

when skin plastered on the flesh – is fake.

put on a tattoo

and there is a meaning, to that ink mark.

or none. does it matter?

skin is perception, perception is reality

when the hammer strikes.

bend.

iron can resist, lowers

her bar. you win.

bent logic, but do you trust the shrink

who failed in so many things?

she did get her certificate,

but. her life is a mess.

it’s not public, it’s personal,

so –

make it public,

easy answer, washed out evidence

when ideals

become diluted

with fevered hallucinations.

i do not believe.

the earnest head master of the whatever religion

tried to corner

me into a losing position.

i oppose.

and it is said that the majority wins,

that tyranny of the majority

is to be met with

opposition.

sounds good in theory,

but what are you?

where are u?

no where,

to be found in riddles

that go either way.

so what now?

and all of life – is made

through faith, belief

spat upon

by reasoning –

口是心非

isn’t it?

you do not get the toy.

now –

fight. rebel. rage till the

iron bends

to your will: and say i am different.

maybe you are,

maybe you aren’t.

but the results will be made

when perceptions

come about – the die is forged

in lies, truth and gray.

now make your bet!

your heart already knows

what you want.