Here I am
finally able to observe the maze from the outside
And continue to run into dead ends
Frantic, crazed in the beginning
But no I have found the exit
I am just a rat
But how am I able to be aware that I am
Does a fool know he's a fool, I think not
What options does a rat have
How can knowledge be power
I have the knowledge
It takes me where the walls let me go
Everything is constructed, predicted
The only thing I can control is my mind
Is my mind just another maze
Maze
I’ve heard
there are those
who dance in the rain
with cherry lips
and salsa hips
against
those who run
their mind upside down
dash for cover
with umbrella
Envoy
may rain
as a measure
remain
Unsubstantial statutory subliminal
Ordinary dilemma
Domineering calypso dancing
Munching on habanero
Desert Kool-Aid promenade promenade
Soil diapers in the shower
Cleanse your mind soul body by the hour
Occupational observational
10/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I once had an office job sitting next to Miss Sunshine day in and day out. She and her 7th Day Adventist Jesus were always so positive and jolly about everything, it was hard not to smack her.
One day with syrupy sweet intonation she asked why I was so cynical and wasn't I an unhappy person.
I said, "Only a sociopath could be happy about the truth of things, but I'm just a realistic observer not hiding behind cheerful nonsense; there's no correlation to happy or unhappy. Look at you for instance. You are smiling and upbeat all the time. And I don't believe I've ever met an unhappier person."
She was stunned, momentarily silent, mouth hanging open. Then she burst into terrible wracking sobs of anguish.