Something So

-Something So-
by Keaton Foster


From my mouth
Something I’ve made
From my hands
Something enslaved
From my mind
Imagination unhinged
There are no rules
As far as I go
I am unafraid of results
Not concerned with doubt
Believe me or don’t
Understand me or not
Pointless
I fear you may be
Not to be cruel
Nor to be kind
You are just there
And so am I
We are each
On one side of the page
We are each sending
And by default receiving
These words to me are life
I have no idea
What they are to you
I wish I could know
But I understand
That often I can’t
And just won’t
Here I am a beggar
A panhandler of thoughts
The chances are
I’ll starve to death
But not for awhile
Something so
Is all that I know
What I understand
The life of this man
Are these true words
There are no lies
Just elaborations
Slight exaggerations
Brutal concepts
Via modification
In my reality
Before these pages
They are far more complex
Impossible at best
Something so
Others either won’t
Or just don’t get it
I’m trying to dumb it down
Make it somehow relatable
To the lowest common multiple
But quite understandably
That is not so easy
Hate me if you must
This is no insult to you
Readers, thus breeders
These, my ideas
Could lead you to yours
All forms of greatness
Come from madness
All relationships
At some point
Will end in sadness
Something so
That’s what I know
I’m willing to say it
Convey it
Damn it to the page
Express what society says
I should keep to my very self
I’m not necessarily smarter than you
Just a hell of a lot madder than you
Insanity is the duality
Upon which I have found
All that I can deal with
I’m alive because of
Such an important discovery
I refuse to take you for granted
But then again
There are so few of you
That truly get me
That taking any of you
For granted
Is not an option…


Something So
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.