I’m not so different really,
It’s just more exaggerated in me.
I watch you shake your head and increase the dosage
Knowing you do the same to escape from your dotage.
They call it a condition, a phase, “it’ll pass”
But why should it, why should I return to this farce
You call life? Here I am I safer, here I am is right
A place where I don’t cut in the middle of the night.

Did some massive trauma occur to drive me into this?
No, just tedium and not wanting to miss
The window into the state of mental edification
Achieved through years of cloistered dedication
Or a need so great it cannot be ignored
By that ambivalent force, by so many abhorred
As a standing confrontation of the norm.
I made my exodus from that need to conform.

But that’s all that concerns you, what you can see
What you can prod and poke and drug into sleep.
Souped up to the eyeballs to hide our lucidity
We enlightened few sit, amazed at your timidity.
I have ascended to a higher plain
You never will while ‘sense’ reigns.

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