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
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