Soliloquies and Monologues

You can't know how you would think
If you didn't know what you had thought
Like I can't imagine not caring
If the turtle got safely across the road
As I see it get abliterated by a buffone
Who is too enthralled with uncared to care
This is the roadkill of my raw emotions
Mementoes for my momentum
A butterfly effect in a moment of clarity
I am just an enslaved substance
Subject to the story of sustenance
Had I not had what I have been given
Might I have been different?

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Will I ever proceed to be the pillar of what people perceive
And receive recognition for the recovery of my reason
It’s my own belligerently insecure and baffling Incoherence
With a diluted perception, know me and few of other's receptions
Besides what life navigates between the casual reoccurrence
Like two paths that pass incidentally like moths around lit glass
Fluttering, Sputtering and muttering through the journey foretold
Destination is the adventure now, like a vise yet to be resolved
So we are all after the honey, foot of a bunny and a mother's loving