Like everything has left me.
The last time I called it suspension.
Except there is no suspense in this.
Just a little horrifying.
The part of me that wants to move is undying,
Most of me would rather watch life through the eyes of others.
I want to survey what people find so exciting about it,
Why people want to be sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers.
So much is happening these days.
There are actual human beings living in homes, cages and alleyways.
Millions still living far from development.
Living uncivilized while I cry about my civilized life.
Currency doesn’t mean anything to them.
Some probably believe that disease can be healed by a witch doctor.
I’m unable, unstable, mentally incapable.
Wondering which doctor do I need to see.
While they chase big cats from carrying off their meals,
I’m chasing cats because that’s the only thing I like to feel.
Is that something that doesn’t need to be explained?
Is it just the way that things are arranged.
Why was I born into this?
Why do people think its right?
Why do I feel like I have it all wrong?
People living in Beverly Hills.
People living in the wilderness on hills.
I’m just watching the change.
Hoping that my mind heals.