Dissection

I just want to write, just let the words pour out my brain,
Dissecting each word quickly to make sure I'm not insane

I break down my thinking often, some would call me anti-social,
I can't tell if it's society or if I'm just going postal

I need these clouds to clear, leave blue skies within my mind,
I just need a little clarity to make sure I'm still aligned

Got to keep my head on straight, can't afford to make mistakes,
Stay focused on my family while dodging all the snakes

Society today has, itself, an uphill battle,
Right now we all act brainwashed like a giant herd of cattle

But what really is society?
Is it something that lives inside of me?
Does that realization make me free?
Is there an answer or a sort of key?

Are these questions normal, are these things I should be asking?
Because it's difficult to handle these ideas I am grasping

I won't find help, and the struggle will continue on,
I will keep on questioning until I am dead and gone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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