I right my wrongs,
just to write the wrong wrongs.
All my rights have been clouded
by the inconsistency of minds judgements.
I’m torn.
Between realities right,
with misinterpretations of wrong.
Am I, will I, can I…..
Am I what the world forgot;
or am I what people forgot.
Questions question decisions,
and decisions question motives,
just to realize
the decision behind the motive
is absolute.
Am I a dream in reality,
or am I realness in a nightmare?
I am not who I am,
therefore I will be,
what no one wants me to be.
A pawn.
QWillis