I’m far too old for this body.

My hands create words

far too wise for this cage.

My body walks with a gait, that could only be obtained through struggle.

My shoulders roll doubt down their back.

My head shakes off insincerity.

My eyes see through confidence.

I am fully educated in bullshit.

I’ve spent my life creating it.

For once- I am real.

The notion I have control over my longevity is too much for my meek mind,

Overstimulated mind,

Toughened mind.

The idea people can vote on a leader of a nation,

and not walk ten minutes through my thoughts

is a reality check,

It’s what you make it.

I’m exhausted. Repeating my positive salutations is demoralizing.

I’m completely desensitized.