Collective hysteria – K.B

In general…Like a fog clouding the judgment…

 

 

 

Collective hysteria

 

 
Freud started
With that.

Everything
Is disorganized,

Highly emotional

And hysterical.

It flaws judgment.

I had to do
So many things
Before

Run,

Run !

Run for your life !

Sell yourself .

To the most
Offering if possible.

Run,

Run

For your life !

So many things
To do,

Yeah,

I bet.

Never felt
More lonely
And more empty
Than…before.

Now ,
I’m on a
New road.

The collective
Hysteria on
Anything
Is real.

Sometimes,
I linger on
A bench
And listen
To the voices
Around.

Often arrogant,
Scarcely limpid,
Clear and pure,
Crystal like.

Often in a hurry,
Anguished,

Scarcely
Deep
And serene.

I guess
I scare some
People when
I speak.

Of course,
As a singer,
I can change
My tone
Easily.

And like
A cameleon,

I blend
In the environment,

Changing colors
When needed.

Perpetual
Transformation
For the purpose
Of life,

Like a plant
Growing….

Without losing
The core.

Never the
Same twice.

Therefore,
I try not
To lose track
Of myself.

I’m always
Somewhere,

Even in my poems.

Find me !

I know where I
Am,

I know where
I really stand.

It’s very close
To God
And the things
I love.

I don’t think
People show
Themselves.

In private,
It’s often
Dirty.

In public,

It’s sterling
Reputation.

(But sometimes
I can see through you,
Beware! ).

Plasticity.

Everyone is slinging
Like a snake.

But I’m a cameleon,
I blend in perfectly.

Please,
Find me.

What are
My true beliefs?

In all this mutiplicity
Of ourselves,

I’ve rarely seen
All sides.

And you know why?

Coz we hide.

But don’t worry,
If you stand next
To God,

You will see clearly
For yourself,

With time
And patience.

For…

There’s always
An essence.

An essence
Of the soul.

And it can become
Visible , with time
And patience.

Only thoughts
Remain purely
Private.

Therefore,
I’m sharing mine.
( laugh).

And only
God knows
The secrets
Of the heart,

The past
And the present.

Get to know him,

He’ll teach you

If you ask.

All the haters
Will disappear,

A lover might
Appear,

You might get
A smell of paradise

….

Before the world
Farts back at you.

Haha.

 

 

 

K.B

 
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