Why do I do it?
Why do I constantly dive into my own sub-consciousness using the pen as my receiver
I constantly question myself day in and day out trying to find enlightenment
But in reality I know I’m searching for an answer that isn’t there
So I ask myself who am I?
Am I the prophet that everyone believes I am?
Or am I just the false prophet that leads seekers into damnation
The only thing that is real to me seems to be my choices
The smallest choice affects a great many
But I refuse to believe in my own choices just as others
For the reason that I don’t believe in anything
The world shapes me without my consent
It has shaped me for so long that I’ve lost all sanity
But in doing so ive only gained my freedom
Nothing I say makes sense anymore to anyone so I ask you
What are you really?
Strip away culture, strip away religion, strip away everything that makes you who you believe you are and tell me what you have left
Are you a coward hiding behind a facade that will impress others?
Do you really think you are great because others believe in you?
From being mentally concealed in my mind for so long ive questioned myself endlessly
So much that every word I spoke felt like torture
I eventually snapped and became what you see before you
A wise fool
Call me stupid, call me crazy, hell call me anything you want
But are you really free
Only when we cut off our legs do we discover we have wings
Something must always be exchanged for something better
So what have I exchanged my sanity for?
Freedom and with this freedom why do I write
I write for everything
Everything around me
Everything within my mind
The world tried to shape me so now it’s my turn
I will shape it to be pure and on turn leave my official mark on the world
Whether you live to see it or even believe to see it is up to you
By hearing my words you are a part of my legacy
So what will you do with it?
Will you make it flourish or will you aspire to become greater
Just remember life is limited for you but also endless
- Title: why do i do it?
- Artist: nightmerz
- Description: something i did at my school talent show i dont think im the s**t or anything but id rather get feedback from strangers.......in other words people that dont know who i am and mostly dont even care except for what i put down
- Date: 06/11/2011
- Tags: whydoidoitpoetry