Sometimes I wonder
How the fuck this all happened.
My life. All the shit.
The good, the bad, the
Strange. It is as unreal to
Me as sci-fi is.
Whose dream am I? Do
I dare to wake? When will I
Lose the thread and fall?
Tag: Kafka
Double Bind
It isn’t what it
Is, and it’s not what it is
Not. Nothing and all.
If you want it, it’s
Wrong. If you avoid it, it
Finds you anyway.
There is a perfect
Circle, and you are a point
On a distant plane.
When you’re right, you’re wrong.
When you’re wrong, you’re dead wrong. But
Keep on trying, friend.
