The world is constituted by
our perception mechanisms,
fluctuating images are flickering
in front of me, created by my wavering
vision; living like fish in an aquarium,
unaware of the substance that
surrounds us we cant
get out to investigate
The world is constituted by
my senses which are fooled
so easily by my feelings and
emotions, causing changes in
hormonal discharges of adrenaline
and serotonin my levels have
plummeted far below par -
I have no feelings left
My inner being is hanging
from the rafters in my mind,
scared of life and responsibility,
flattened like a pancake, my cork
of joy is held under water by the brave
attempt to sit up straight and
concentrate on typing words
that have no meaning
Any more
Margaret Alice