Unapologetic

“Don’t ask how, why, when and what”;
Just as we pursue rising above the stereotype
of unknowable irrationality whelming, that
enthusiasm rests within
the boundaries of human endeavors
and individualism is a spite;
Why am I arrogant?
Why do I succumb to shadenfreude?
For as a shame for Nietzsche I am,
why do I electrify the realms of wisdom philanthropy?
But I keep these thoughts unwritten,
unsung at the tunes of necessitated groupthink;
For the only thing that will dissolve
the superficial of my endangered volition,
so they say,
is my arrogance and electricity;
no one knows –
genesis lies going back to nature,
innocent and separate from the bias of the world,
of rejection and acceptance and so much more
than workable elements of stupidity,
of human decision I bear nonsense in the end;
Do I concede how they manipulate
the order of the universe,
the logic demonstrated by mere forms;
deluded at the midst of conformity and indifference
lay an unnoticed recoil of what we often think we know
But tomorrow if it all comes true
I wish nothing but truth rather than convictions
Wistfully thinking
Wishfully thinking
And contrary to what these says I heed the flames
of misunderstood intellect bursting like frustration,
the explicitness of the manuscript by the noir;
off I go to go back again
Brackets of disowned thoughts by others
who deem that an armchair is only an armchair,
for just as I actualize my potentiality,
my greatest potentialities,
just I pursue the derision of others to exemplify my greatness –
I could not be responsible at the futility
starting to knock over their heads
(and I knock harder)
As I decide to be what I am
the freedom lies somewhere between dualisms and pluralisms
of drunk intellect and delusional waste for all it’s worth
As I decide to be what I am
the weight crushes me with happiness, and I
savor its temporal happiness;
for it bears nothing in the end
As I decide to be what I am
I no longer am the slave of the world
but the order of the universe is just a beg in my feet;
the invention of metaphysics is a beggar needing meaning
And I give it because I know it’s a prepositional reality
of what is to come next;
men’s pursuit towards life has taken them away from life itself
and it has eaten them alive with their unnoticed
responsibility of their existence under the conditions set by the world
And it’s time for me to forsake the impediments
the workable elements –
Why am I arrogant?
Why do I succumb to shadenfreude?
For as a shame for Nietzsche I am,
why do I electrify the realms of wisdom philanthropy?
Just this, and nothing more.