Let Go

By Kristof Gregor

All these rules

   Tools for the masses

   Tumbling fools 

Within these hallowed bounds, I…

Like a child realize

   Without understanding 

   The pull of forbiddance

Good riddance I say when I cross…

Cross myself

   Cross the barrier

   Just one comply-ment confronted

It's no cross to carry…

Why care and be scared

   With one there comes two

   With two you return to the fool

Conforming to nonconformity…

Yet never to the full!

   You can't consent to madness

   Compromising between red and blue

Black and white until you're gray and wish to…

Leave…

Chaos and Order

   Alluring, one in willful spirit

   The other in a pure pursuit of happiness

Programmed…

What a poor goal that is

   (He said, drunk and alone on a bed with no sheets)

   Wishing to sculpt his compromise to become order

Like all those before him that ordered it…

Feeling the pull the same

   To get rid of it in full

   The prescribed need for chasing 

Happiness, what a poor goal that is…

The bed that once had guards

   Stands a mattress on the floor

   Losing footing on the ground, so real it used to be

He sleeps whilst falling further more…

Attracted like all those before

   To the chaos, the riddance

   Leaving it all behind in simple silence

Picking up the new (much better) life…

Alone…

Carrying all of them with him

   Just one repetitive block

   Spiraling history while rubbing his…

Ever heard of a sculptor that himself is a stone?

By Kristof Gregor