24/10/2015 re 1997
I remember that night,
In a corn field,
When I realised my loss,
And used social pretence as a shield,
It’s been written by Rose,
That its easy to be social,
I agree and what loss,
To be social and lose,
In society social skills rule,
And he who leads is no fool,
I don’t want to rule,
For you see, I want to be your fool,
To take control of me,
Be battered and bruised,
But never lead astray,
Never used,
What neurotic society
tries to control,
Is something from me,
Can never be stole,
They can’t take it,
As i can’t control it,
To kill it,
Would break societies rule,
To kill it would
take a coerced mule,
An idiot, a dog, lower than
the mob that rule,
We each stand alone,
In a group it’s easier to looses control,
To be lead like a goose let free,
To partake, but never be me,
Loneliness has taught me a lesson no teacher can teach,
That nothing inside is beyond reach,
And self worth is a something,
no teacher can teach.
