You stand there,
clutching your magazines to your chest...
as if you are drowning and it is your life vest.
As if it gives life.
But it does, doesn't it?
These magazines contain the commands
from your masters,
Camouflaged as God, to you
the sheep
and to me,
the wolf
It gives warnings of impending and imminent death...
If i don't believe
what you believe.
You stand there and you judge me...
And everyone else who is too busy or who are just not interested in listening to the
rambling thoughts of your masters.
You judge me,
because I'm not you
Anymore.
I'm not you anymore.
I no longer eat their spiritual 'food'
I no longer follow their rules
I am no longer a fool.
From their mass deception, I have broken free
Their traditions, no longer flow through me
I'm different
You say
"hmmm...what has she become?"
Well, could it be that I no longer allow my mind to be spoonfed with dung?
You judge me
Because I...Yes I THINK
and i think HARD
Systematically, critically, logically and truthfully
Thinking that is free from lies, cover ups, red herrings, slander, over-simplification, free from judgementalism,
free from partiality,free from circular reasoning,
FREE FROM BULLSHIT!
You judge me because I now think for myself?
I've taken off that mask and burnt it to nothing,
Spread myself bare to life and love and laughter.
...you don't talk to me.
So, I will look you in your eyes,
smile
and walk on.
While hoping that some day,
some day soon,
You begin to think.