Thinking about how most of my writing
Is found only online
My Crazy for all to see
My Virtual Insanity
No physical Proof other than Me
But what if when I Am Lost
So too are my words I thought?
Whether real or imaginary
Physical or virtual
No Matter what matter makes up your world
What comes must go
What You thought?
Was never really known
Just the wind that blows
You feel the cold
But forget it as you grow old
‘Til you’re broken like the mold
That was meant to hold
Me, and what I was told
Be my guarantee to be happy
Looks like Life lied to Me
Or maybe Life was never actually seen
Maybe Whö I Am really was never meant to be
Maybe Whö I Am be his Mistake of trying to leave
Before Whö I Am even got his chance at becoming
[7 February 2024 Revision]
Thinking about how
Most of my writing
Is found only online
My Crazy for all to see
Inside mine Virtual Insanity
No physical Proof other than Me
But, what if, whenever I Am Lost
So too are my words I thought?
Whether real or imaginary
The physical or virtual
No Matter what matter
Makes up your world
What comes must go
What You thought?
Was never known
Just the wind blown
& You feel how oh~so cold
But forget it as you grow old
Until Ü R broken like the mold
That was made & meant to hold
Me, and also what I was told
Be my guarantee to be happy
Looks like Life lied to Me
Maybe, in actuality, Life
Was never actually seen
Maybe, Whö I Am really
Was never meant to be
& maybe, Whö I Am be his
Mistake of trying to leave
Before Whö I Am even got
His chance at becoming