What’s the difference between you and I,
when I am called you,
and you call yourself I?
When the finger is pointed towards me,
and that trigger of tongue is set free,
shooting words and words and words.
I say that I have the right to speak,
but what do we do when they do?
I escape, and I dive.
I drown in the sea of media,
choked of social graces and Savior-faire,
and swept to the seashore,
unconscious of my identity.
We are scared of entities of doubtful existance.
We strive to be original,
yet chase someone else’s dreams.
We are given choices, and call ourselves free.
‘The drowning’ causes side effects although.
A strange dementia sweeps over us.
We become forgetful of thinking diversely,
failing to acknowledge our conscience.
The side effects can be fatal.
We may become the living dead.
It’s time we label ourselves specimens,
rather than humans,
for we are the outcome of the social experiments of the hegemony
We inhale explanations,
and exhale confusion.
And end up retiring to our beds,
dreaming of the world we never created.