Halfway through
The finish line
I got tangled
And was strangled...

Turns out it really was
A fishing line
With its hooks
In my dyslexic eyes.

©myripa 12/2025

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Like Pinocchio
I moved through life
Stiff and wooden.
A stick figure
Straining for life.

Halfway through the finish line
All illusion of belonging is strangled
And I'm dangling by the strings
Of dried up dreams.

Turns out,
Being human isn't all that it's made out to be.

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I can deal with
Madness and sadness
It's a healthy reaction
Adaption
To this depravity of Normalcy
We pretend to function in.

The fish is rotten from the head
But until the fins start revolting
This thing won't swim another direction.

They say they print the truth
On paper no less
And online for all to consume
Bite-sized propaganda
Convenient foods
with some bitter 'truths' and sweet solutions
But
But really
You should know
Not to swallow pixel
Nor paper
Because you really can't thrive
On empty promises

@myripa 11/2025

This matrix of lies
On this stage of flesh and Blood and
Smokescreens
Wittles us down:

Being human now means
As it seems
To be a hollow vessel for burocrazy, taxes and entertainment.