Multiple Delusions as Standards
2 stanzas of excruciating worry
Nature’s call now seems like a joke.
Defiance is the order you have chosen.
“I shall no longer dance to its tunes”, you tell yourself.
Convincing your heart that “it just doesn’t make sense.”
You can do bad all by yourself,
At least to the point where you don’t have to bear consequences.
“What even defines good or bad?”, you chant
Till the same comes to poke your very feet.
I dare you to ask “what defines right or wrong.”
How do you even breathe at night?
Passing on your insecurities as law, your frailties as norms?
Just to be different, you rule out natural forms as obsolete.
Then when pushed to a corner, you bring out more frailties to rule the existing ones.
Blame it on the pushovers for letting it slide.
Blame it on silent ones who know the truth but let you thrive.
It is how you cannot see that you repay with the coin you detest for me.
Now that you have turned your multiple delusions into statutes,
Let's see what becomes right and wrong.
