String Collizion Poem by Chris Leermakers

String Collizion



Now You Have Your Marching Orders
Can You Still Run? - No?
Can You Still Walk? - No?
Do You See The Disorder?
That You Have Left Behind
And Now Do You, How Do You Even Sleep
No, I’m Not That Kind!
No, I’m Not One Of Your Sheep

Tell Me How Does It Feel
When The Puppet Strings Are Strong
Yes, When The Puppet Strings Are Long?
Now You’ve Felt Their Strength
You Even Might Have
A Vision?
That You’re On Your Own Collision
Your Own String Collision

Have You Still Got Your Ego?
Didn’t It Start AEons Ago?
Did You Have Any Power?
Maybe It Went All Sour
You Think
Still Think You Have Any Control?
You Just Woke Up
Now You Know
What
Everybody Already Knows
You Are The Mole
Yes, The Inside Mole
That Came Out Of A Dark Hole

It’s Your Own Break Down, Every Day
Yes, We Have Learned How To See
Learned How To Be Free
To Stay Away, Yes
It’s Your Own Big Melee,
Your Own Car Crash Today

On A Collision Course
Within A Big Pool
In A Deep Pool Of Fools
Yeah, It’s Not My Scene
Aint Never Going To Be
That’s All That I See
You’re The One On The Real Collizion Course
A Collizion Course With Me
A Real Collizion Course With The Free

Your Marching Orders Kept You Away
I Know You Can Still Walk
Know You Can Stall Talk
Know That You Can Still Sleep
But You’re Still A Wolf
Pretending To Be A Sheep

Thinking You Can Lead
The Weak And Naive Astray
But We Are Here To Remind You
That Time Is Your Real Master
And That You’re Real The Muppet
Yes, The Real Puppet?
Having A Very Bad Day

So, Still You’re Thinking
Thinking
That You Live In
That You Can See
Only Three
Dimensions, Yeah Just 3
Time Is On My Side
But You Won’t Be Able To Catch Me
Won’t Even Be Around To See It

As I Am Me,
As I Am Free
In My Time Line
And I Have Just Been Fine
Will Be, Until
The End Of My Line
Maybe Until The End Of Your Time

It Might Just Be A Theory
But Maybe A Theory That Evolves,
Involves
Just A Collection Of Strings
So Don’t You Cry In Front
Don’t Even Sigh In Front
Of Me
I Don’t Care If It Stings
Cause’ You Still Pretend
You Can Work It All Out
What This Is All About

No Solutions, No Questions
You Seek? You Have?
No Science, No Evidence
You Talk? You Want?
Well I Think,
I Will
Read A Real Book And Have A Good Walk
And See Real eXistenZ,
No Fake - Existence For Me
Why Don’t You Do The Same?
Then You Might Have A Slight
Chance In This Distinct
Yeah This Different
This Unique Time Game

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Chris Leermakers

Chris Leermakers

Melbourne, Australia
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