By the Book

"Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right."
-Isaac Asimov

Keeping your nervous heart ever stable
Whisper and quietly we’ll turn the tables.
Secrecy burns the walls of my frames
But we attempt to keep you tame.
I'm sick with sick surroundings that show
A circle and in the middle you glow
Sometimes standing, sometimes to sit
Sometimes you smile, my teeth I grit-
Others. Because sweetheart, it appears you smile
But inside my mouth it’s full of bile.
This circle of strangers, this circle of love
With a spotlight shining from above
Most times it’s hell, sometime’s it’s bliss
Sometimes a detriment I cannot miss.
Empty souls I can sense without eyes
Without a doubt I detect their lies
I witness daily a whispering front
The spitting is endless, the comments blunt.
My muted voice has so much to say
But no one hears me scream to this day.
Who is to witness that is of trust?
Who wants love and who wants lust?
Thoughts I should say but I never do.
So much to see with a blinding view.
So much knowledge but you don’t know
So much to give but nothing shows.
So much to write but you have no pen
So many memories you can’t remember back then.
You have a say, you have a choice
But without a doubt you’re without a voice.
But would you repress?
Or could you address?
Do you say what you surely need?
Or are you concerned you’re full of greed?
Who gives to the hungry or to the mean?
What is ever what it really seems?
Who pushes you up or down?
Who appoints you the shiny crown?
Do you really need them, or do you need yourself?
Is it them you condemn, or do you need help?
Can you control what you just screamed?
Do you cry from the false reality of dreams?
Do you wish one morning you’ll never wake up?
Is it a half full or half empty cup?
Can you justify the questioning of your life?
Can you justify if you were ever right?
To scream or to cry or to say what’s not true?
You never can really know, can you?
Moral conscience is ever undoubted
But I confess I know nothing about it
It’s not that of ‘I need to know’,
Without mistakes how can I grow?
Who can trust voices within their heads?
How do I know if we’re alive or dead?
How do I know that we’re alone
In a universe so undoubtedly prone
To any sense of life? Do I fight for no reason?
Or for a cause? Do I obey or defy the laws?
Do I ignore or stare straight into eyes
That surround me in the circle of my demise?
Or is it your circle of bliss? Don’t you miss him?
You forget he’s everywhere and you abide
By what your mind says, 'you should’ve never cried'
And now you won’t. I say I don't have to.
But it’s building up. You know not what’s true.
The voice in your head won’t shut up. But it's you-
You forget what you need. Maybe they're pure greed.
But maybe some matter. I find only what takes the lead.
Shatter what needs to be shattered.
There are some things that you can’t fix,
There are some things that you will mix
Into your life, you’ll either smile or cry
From the aftermath of whatever move lies
On the board. You’ll either fly or fall
There are no branches to sit or stall
You can’t fit a circle into a square
There is nothing you can’t declare.
So why do you stare evil in the eyes and say not one thing?
Why does cruelty exist and whatever hell brings?
Why am I here and why do we believe,
And if we don’t we suddenly deceive?
Decieve what? No buts?
Doesn’t it ever seem dry?
I tell no lies.
Because by the book that’s what life says,
Life is a daze
Life is a maze
You’re the mouse.
You’ll just have to figure it out.

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