I have forgotten my folly and I think of myself as a poet...
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I \'m a classic style
But I make it a bit eccentric.
A circuit that\'s gone rogue .
I didn\'t choose to be a neuro-wanderer
due to a synesthetic artistic gift
trapped in a blog ...
I post poems in the form of a morning jihad,
a duty without blessing on life\'s weariness...
Inspired nutcase !
Mantra to exorcise marble .
I think in gibberish that no one understands .
My life made in melodreams .
an old piano tells me incredible stories
which I pretend to believe ...
I also love that faithful out-of tune -violin
that was part of every melancholic scores
and the eternal feedback, too ...
I\'ve always gotten lost on familiar paths ,
where I was waiting for a missed dating ...
So ,I robbed the social bank that did not give
my genius any credit ...
Born to be out with the metric of the system .
I learned to glide on atmospheric fantasy...
And to say politely \'\' Hello good bye ! \'\'
To the lady object of my desire...
Some idiots think that happiness
is being alone together .
To be both victim and persecutor...
I don\'t bother attending the christening
of still born loves ...
I didn\'t choose to be a neuro- drifter .
Thing of an ambivalent abstraction ,
no one escape the sign of the zodiac .
I don\'t laugh at harlequin\'s antics .
My place reserved in the human comedy .
Without really knowing wether Iam
an actor or a spectator ?
Maybe a gladiator ...
I turn away from Punch puppet\'s compulsions .
Wild intellect running along the ceiling
like an acrobat on a spider\'s threat ...
I didn\'t choose to be a neurodivergent...