“How I’m Supposed To Be.” by Everybody Else

My father taught me

the truth is the most important thing.

I grokked that.

The rest of his world view,

Social Darwinist, pragmatism,

the pyramid scheme view

of developing world, didn’t 

jibe with my experience, like,

I was born with different eyes.

I was confused by the cornucopia

of beliefs of the people around me…

none of them seemed helpful or sane.

They wore their beliefs like armor,

to get them from one situation 

to the next. Maybe I believed 

everything for a while…maybe

that’s why I was scared shitless.

Meditation cut through all of that…

it only took forty years…a bargain…

now that I can look back on it.

De Chirico’s steam engines showed

me what was going on…Dali’s 

melting watches..assassinations…

while the mainstream steamed along

into a bright future, I saw the glaze

that hung in the air, in the eyes,

in the hearts of hopeful people 

trusting in a dream…it’s still that way,

but not for me….would you take advice

from a sheeple? I would feel distain 

If I wasn’t born from the same womb.

Just don’t ask me to believe

a word you say.