Sometimes Static

Is it some kind of function,
Of weak constructions,
Of where you've always been?


In the melodious way, my fingers left the keyboard's ivory
bay.

From where the time seems obscene,
And why I couldn't just say what I mean.

And then the blackest nights,
Or the brightest light,
Just wanted to tell me,
Just tell them the story.

So I've compete in the string of lost heat,
Amidst deserts and boulevard streets,
Amidst kind winds and evil deceit,
Where I learned,
To create the things I want to discern,
To debate of all the lessons learned,
What taught me to be professionally yearned..

Taught me to be human.

And questions arise of which gender shares a higher similitude to animals of lower extend?

The fact that you have to specify to avoid misunderstanding.

Of people and beast, sharing unequal grounds, standing on...unbalanced feet.

Realistically, I've never been bored. Only the people I'm with, told me to feel as such.

Idealistically, I've been too caught up with reality.

I believe in God. Such a paramount statement to all other things that can be possibly implied.

In the darkness of dormitories, when the mind rests, giving way to a tempestuous heart.

"Aku nak jadi hedonis ar"

Musically, it all came true. I started becoming detached of things I once held dear.

With the excuse that I wasn't, initially, myself at all.

It had to be in the year where the slaves of theoretical cognitive take up a challenge of life and it's proceedings.

"SPM jauh lagi"

Sitting in the dinner table, in the tent that sheltered us from the blistering weather of the foreign.

Tearing red farcical tears, saying "I want to wake up, I want to wake up, I want to wake up"

I never meant the silent tantrums, I never meant to appease the elderly servant of life's compassionate and subservient status quo.

"DON'T BREAK THE STATUS QUO IF EVERYONE'S HAPPY WITH IT"

But I question how revolutions happened throughout the entirety of history? Because of the majority that was happy with it? Or because of the few who wasn't?

I was lying to everyone. I was lying even to the wino, what more to the marijuana and her forgiving demeanour?

I am not a rebel in a complacent society.

I am an apathetic, in a society of unnecessarily redundant vigor.

Despite all of those things I wasn't planning on doing...I did them anyway.

"Whatever trance you're under"

So silently, how else can it come to me....whispers of "Where are you?"
Who am I talking about,
At times, I'm not even sure myself.

But when the lights go out,
I remember

"And you'll find out that 'being yourself' isn't just about being something no one has ever been"

I believe in God. Please don't make that a past tense.

I gave up all of the sense of existence I fabricated.