No Strings.

No Strings
By Damian Semwayo

Oh, how I am perplexed,
By the world’s strange effects.
Our perceptions doth vary,
Of this planet we do carry.
Each detail doth make me ponder,
Thoughts stacked high, a mental wonder.
Is it I or the world that’s mad,
Or is it all but a perception fad?
The world doth hang by a thread,
Yearning for drops of hope to be shed.
What percentage of my thoughts,
Match those of others in their lots?
What is atop of what is below,
Oftentimes I despise this status quo.
As I examine my inner monologue,
Questions unanswered, like a dense fog.
I cannot fathom this world’s ways,
Perhaps it’s strange or I’m just too unique in my days.

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