Is it not  Strange
How people say
My energy field
My spirit
Like it its a Possession
Something owned
How can one
Own it
It is You

Do you feel
Behind your
Reflected  
Broken Smile
Your  
Psychological Eyes
Of Apprehension  
The words  
You carefully use
To speak

Navigating
Through your Feeling's  
That are Screaming  
I Need  
Standing  
At your Door  
That Floats in your Heart  
To carefully watch
The one who comes knocking  
While the children  
Wait  
With bated breath
For their Happiness  
And yours
Depends  
On Your Instincts
Not
Your Wishful Thinking

I do Try!
To be on time
To meet myself

To stop the Wondering
Within these jungle thought's
That i create
To avoid the path
That will Lead I
To myself
For I Know The decisions
That will be made
Could well be Set in stone
An Unavoidable Path
No longer Wondering
With no direction Home

Have you heard
On the digital Grape vine
That your lifestyle
Ain't gonna be So fine
Coz one's digital friend's  
Are beginning to Suspect

You're not
As Hollow
As Them

Your digital cardboard cutout  
Is beginning to Fray
Slowly showing
That your Drifting Away
Into Thought's  
That are Forbidden  
To be Expressed  
So be Careful  
Where you tread  
Their Digital Traps Are Set

It is said
Those
Who want to live
Their life's
In intentional Ignorance
Belittling
Becoming trolls
Let them be still
And those
Who are not
Let them be still
For at the End
Of their days
Those
Who continue to vibrate
On the Base line of Life
Will be screaming
In Fear
Of the Psychological pain
When they Finally understand
The meaning
There be Sharks
In their Jungle Of Perceptions
In Their
Pig ignorant Dog eat Dog World

There are
So many circles
To choose from
So many A.I.s
And biological Friends
SO many side's
One can
Take comfort from
With all the
Psychological
Persuasions
Yet to come

Some will be heavy
Some will be light
Depending on one's
Frame of mind
And all
Will pass you by
But they are
At the end of the day
Psychological Persuasions
Just the same

Their motives Unclear
Until
Hindsight Explains
The Reasons Why

One now Suffers the the pain
For Not Listening
To one's Instincts
That are crying a river
A Sea of broken Perceptions
That one created
For wilfully Ignoring
The Feeling
Of Future pain

Most people dismiss
That feeling out of hand
When politicians
Are debating
About our lands
My feelings
STOP me in my tracks
Explaining to me
The feeling
Of the word
That I'm feeling
Is Slimy