Maybe It’s Time We Stopped

The feeling of being a fraud is real
it’s real because it’s true
I just wish everyone
would kill me
and get it over with.

But instead
I have to live with myself
and so I destroy
the thing that seeks
that wants
I destroy it as sure as it lives
and
as it lives.

So full of my conspiracies
my bouquet is in full bloom
and the scent of treason
has been forgotten
for for the sight
of plastic roses.

All in my head,
so inebriated with messages
designed to infiltrate
and for which I had no defense.

All in my head
my construct
constructed
constituted
created
crushed
cranial matter
all in my head
as if a person
should ever listen
to the stories in their head
as if your head
can make sense
of anything?

Your head is good for math
and making decisions
and that’s about it.

And maybe it’s time
we stopped making
so many
decisions.

Maybe it’s time
we stopped
making so many
decisions.

Maybe it’s time we stopped.