Manic Poem by Matthew Foor

A good week is just a forewarning
A prophecy of what is to follow
Foreboding mania creates a foretoken
Of the manic man which hides within

Wanting and waiting to disappear off the grid
Get away from it all
Shutting out the misanthropists
And the virulence of society
No need for the inutility of the world
Around me
Wanting and yearning to be my kind of free

I wish to be that which others cannot see
Instinctual and insatiable
Eyes pry and I know not why

Seeing the world as it truly is
One day I wish to fly
Perhaps that day will come
Perhaps when I die