Balancing My Reality
How painful must it be to wake up before the rest? I can't focus. There's too much input. How must I act? I'm awake and all I see are androids dependent on the system that will be their own downfall. I notice all the cameras. I slouch to avoid looking too tall. I can't trust others. I still am learning to trust myself. My mind, broken, scattered like the ashes of my own symbolism. Where are the false prophets? Why they're right here with me. They infiltrate my conscious and invade my dreams. How should I escape that which I was raised to believe? Where is the escape from thyself? The division comes from within. People of every viewpoint disagree with others they encounter. But each character you pass in the street, work with on the farm, kill on the mission, each is but a reflection of the personality that is within. I appear differently to every person I have ever met. Each has created a version of me that is seen in their minds.
