By Kristin Lindgren
I am in a shallow world of people content with what they've been told,
People who
Brainwash
Shape
Mold
Damage
Ruin
Transform
Form
Reform
Destroy
Stain
Order
Dye
Kill
Squeeze
Cram
Melt
Until everyone's the same,
So there's no one to tell them
They're just plain wrong.
No one to ruin
Their perfect dead world.
Everything is all right
Except it's dead.
All
Dead.
Nothing left to breathe
A different rhythm from
All the rest.
No heart left to beat
A different rhythm from
Everyine else's.
If one stands out,
They all want to.
No one wants to be
Left
Behind
In the land
of the
Dead.
Dead. Where nothing has an opinion apart from the group because that would
ruin
the
flow...flow...flow.
It all
Repeats
Repeats
So no one is left in the dark
About what everyone else is doing.
Turn on the TV
Because no one wants to be
Left
Out.
Even if being left out means
Staying alive. If you can't be different, you can't say alive.
If you eat what they eat,
there is none left.
You die.
You are dead.
If you make your own food,
You live.
You are alive.
More than before because you do not share a single eye.
You have two.
Selfishness.
But it gets you through
Their line of vision
And as they see you
go
by
they won't see you
because they are too
Brainwashed.
Shaped.
Molded.
Damaged.
Ruined.
Transformed.
Formed.
Reformed.
Destoyed.
Stained.
Ordered.
Dyed.
Killed.
Squeezed.
Crammed.
Melted.
One eye sees only one dimension.
You think.
I think.
I know.
I know that I can ponder the depths of the human soul and they cannot.
Because they have no soul
And I,
I do.
Learn.
Grow.
Question.
Ponder.
Examine.
Develop.
Think your own thoughts.
The zombies of the earth
will come
but they will die
and you will live.
Live as long
as life sustains.
But if life gives way,
what is left?
Everything that has been
learned
grown
questioned
pondered
examined
developed
Thought
All lost.
Gone.
FOREVER.
But it won't matter
because I won't matter.
If life ends when it ends,
All is saved.
But if soul ends with life,
All is lost.
Death will overcome all
If soul dies.
But no one knows
Because it is not in their
Perimeter
of
Wisdom
or knowledge.
It is not important
But it is the most important thing in the universe.
If all is lost, why gain?
Why gather fruit
If you just throw it away?
And if you eat it
And use its energy
What does it matter?
You will only be hungry again. Never satisfied.
You could drink from the
Tree of Life,
But first you must find it.
Not even the most alive person
knows.
Is it real?
A question floats amid many
Far more important
Far less desired
Because it hurts.
The world can't be shaken,
it is so fragile.
One
Shake
would bring it down.
Dead.
And then it is all lost.
Pointless. To gain to lose. Fruitless.
If the
Tree of Life
comes when I call,
I will believe
but the world already believes,
because they have been told,
but have never seen.
But I think.
With a few I think
and wonder
and discover
and ask
Why should I care?
But am never satisfied.
A short journey can mean the world
To a lost soul.
And if you think, If I think,
all the better,
all for the best.
The world will rant and rave
then,
perish.
All
Gone.
I tear out of my shallowed skin
and see
For the first time
I can.
I think,
So I am.
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