A problem of life is presented to thee.
You think that your choices can only be
Solution A or Solution B
When in all actuality
there’s also Solutions C or D
or E or G or P or Z.
They are not as conventional you see
and society usually frowns on these,
but the “Ubermensch” doesn’t aim to please.
He chooses the choice that is truest to he,
but you’d probably just choose A or B.
Now in addition to A and B
and C and D etc.
There’s also the choice: the choice to be
What Sartre would call, an absentee.
It’s not as appealing, we all agree,
but it’s always possibility.
I feel I’m a slave to society.
But only because I choose to be
the very willing detainee
of all of this mindless conformity.
But I will become an escapee
by breaking the rules on which we agreed
is essential for the comfort we need
by ending my poem in a very strange way, because there’s a lot more truth like this.
Cape Point, South Africa
Where the Indian and Atlantic Ocean meet.
This amazes me.
been right at this point
This reminds me of MarioKart and you drove off into the water and then you hit the darker blue water and you were basically fucked and had to give your coins to that creepy flying turtle thing.
two kinds of people