So it seems
you
invincible being,
code,
algorithm,
or however I may address
the shadow
that stalks
and knows
everything
about who I am.

So it seems
to me
anyways,
that you have
intruded
into my life
unannounced
and uninvited.

You have studied
my habits
what I like
and dislike,
you constantly
monitor
and notice
when I change
my routine.`

With all that gathered information
you commodify and sell
what it is
you know
about me
to the highest bidder
nonetheless.

You also
try to sell to me
products that you know
I would like,
your ads are never-ending.

Sometimes…

How does one argue with the irrational?
Or try to reason with someone that does not accept reasoning?
A common answer may be,
you can’t,
and you should just let them be as they are,
with the hope that their like is a minority.

I wonder sometimes,
what dictates the functioning
of a person’s mind?

What makes one believe?
is it truth
or blind faith?

Some men are led by their minds,
they seek truth and evidence ,
their opinions could even change,
when presented with new details.

Others speak of love,
their convictions are guided by their soul,
they don’t search…

Upon a time, in the safari lands
there was a historic drought, that emptied the rivers,
and the herbivores, they had it the worst.

It was during this period
when an antelope heard whispers,
she was eavesdropping no less,
feeding under a tree, and it was 2 birds from above.

They spoke of a stream
that was unknown to the animals in the lands,
a gushing flow of the clearest waters
was what the birds had said.

The antelope snorted, and let her presence be known
the birds looked down, initially terrified
but once they saw it was an antelope,
their fear…

I wander alone,
my shadow, my only company
I walk in search for an unknown entity,
inspiration maybe,
for lately, I have struggled to find the words
to express the feelings locked up inside of me.

It seems we have come some ways
from when the streets were cold and empty,
I see commuters in every direction,
people roaming in large numbers.

I make my way towards an empty bench,
my favorite writing spot.
My neck is constantly pivoting,
watching and observing
the scenes around me.

Some passersby's look my way,
perhaps their wondering,
what it is I am doing.

…