who owns the void?

this day is one of those.

the void is restless and irritated.

feelings and memories taking flight,

made into ticking timebombs,

and i am moving in slow motion.

since i long for former clarity,

this house never felt like home.

the foundations are unstable -

shaky, fragile, and ulteriorly motivated.

so don't ask me what the problem is.

i don't need to say anything.

you cannot tax what is intangible vastness.

identity is not a democratic process.

the taken peace of my mind is being held for ransom.

trapped, kept captivated inside my head.

we play predator and prey.

i want back the liberties you took.

you are afraid of what i know who you are.

my mess stopped making sense.

you lost my message along the way

because you have not been listening.

i've heard it said that i am nothing,

that i am not worth my weight.

that's just where i stay away from me.

this void is mine,

and i keep nothing to myself.

i'll share it all for the right currency.

if you have to ask you can't afford this emptiness is everything.

i am more comfortable discorporate,

let it remain a mystery.

what does good faith mean to me

if i don't want to give it a name?

because i don't want the story to end,

and i can't limit what the endless is.

nobody can restrict what surrounds us all.

what is everything?

it can't be fixed in place.

if we don't see, it is nothing.

and so,

t's where we come from,

but there is no going back.

nobody knows how to get there,

above and below both obscured.

we can't see them,

still, we look for what we know is there.

but we all like to pretend we do.

i own it, and so do the Joneses,

but we compete for domination.

if you struggle, it will swallow you faster.

we watch history repeat itself, again,

instead of getting out of our own way.

racing to be the best,

so we fall short of greatness.

this is the time of my life.

and i hope you get yours.

you can make it your own,

but you are afraid of change.

so, you want to make me responsible?

even though you would disallow me the authority.

high-stakes games between cat and mouse or man and his best friend -

what unlearned lessons can they teach?

most prefer to stay the same -

they like life to be predictable,

and cyclically repetitious, historically.

and all of them will say they are different.

but they are dancing the same along the strings of fate.

macabre interpretations of what life is.

it means nothing to me what it means to you.

but i'll dance with anyone who lets me.

i would show them all the things i know about the unknown.

excepting that all i know is i don't know nothing,

and furthermore, i own the void,

so, i care for it with meticulous assiduity.