Poems to monologue

I had a soul traveling, I had a heart burning

I was free in paradise; I was young and immune to health problems,

I had my life in my hands.

But I did not want to confess

I did not want to obey

I did not want to be a robot,

It was cool at the time I did it

Now it seems that my life isn’t in my hands anymore,

It seems that I’m nothing now.

Now, it seems, that I’m, a soul traveling in the wrong directions,

For years, I’ve been alone, along, hiding from the things that normally people spend times in, so I ended up being a no-life wanderer.

I tried real hard to find the truth, in a way… I found it, and it is was I think it was … and where I think it was…. In the deeps of mind, where no one can find, so far away from the real life, because society.

Now people think im nothing, ‘cause in society,

You have to obey to live,

If you don’t want to be a robot, it seems that no life is possible.

To surrender is what everyone does in society.

You’re having friends, going out, drinking... all illusions to forget you work.

It is your way of hiding. Your way of forgetting. But you are happy with that. And being happy is the goal in life, right?

But to forget your work – you does hate your work really bad to spend so much time forgetting it. --.

Well. I must have unbalanced my brain chemicals with years. Of depression and thinking.