Resistance is futile

I didn’t follow the rules.


Oh, I almost did.


There was almost a wedding, kids, a house

(and then eventually there would have been a divorce)


I escaped. And with my freedom


I went out dancing.

I laughed loudly.


Nobody could resist me.


I created and destroyed things

I had beautiful and not so beautiful men.


New words were invented to express my freedom.

I traveled to new places far outside my sheltered reality.


Now unplugged from the Matrix I see the world.

It makes me a cynic and a romantic.

Who said these were mutually exclusive?


I still can’t quite dodge all the bullets but I feel I have dodged a few along the way.


When I was young I was good at following the rules.

Until I wasn’t.

Now I am old(er)


I’m not looking for a hive mind.

I want a collective of like minds.

I wonder how to recognize

Those roaming around this place with the intuition to

Follow

The

White

Rabbit.


We are not all mad here but

I’m sure as hell happy I am. ?

?

Whooo R R u u ?

R R u ?

R R u ?

R r R u