Out of Mind

-Out Of Mind-
by Keaton Foster
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Out of mind
Out of time
Displaced
What a waste
Some
None known
Few assured
Say
That I’m crazy
But to me
They are insane
Lunatics
What a waste
Living lives
That I’d never wish
They are no enemies
But rather sentries
Guarding their ideas
Their sacred pleasantries
To them
There is only God
All that they live
All of their death
To them is for him
They serve
Down upon bended knee
They do plead
But not I
I bring into question
What they won’t
I stand at the fence
And point out
The obvious
Doubting
The oblivious
All the while
Pretending
That I’m a paganist
I say many things
Some so great
Other not so much
But let me be clear
Abrupt
I have my own faith
My own twisted version
Of God’s holiest illusion
Free will is my king
The idea of “what if”
Holds
Every ounce of value
At least for me
Such a tedious concept
Has a stranglehold
Upon this heart
The slighted creator
Gave me this existence
He understands
That I am here
At every turn
To question it
I will do my part
I will play the fool
Sure that I’ll be judged
But not by God above
Only by those
Not so daring
Those who refuse
Those who read
With closed eyes
And avoid
Between the lines
Face is the value
They prefer
Their rationale
They believe
Without truth of belief
They know
Exactly who they are
Identification
Categorization
Are not required
Out of mind
To them I seem
When indeed
Out of my head
Free of my cage
Is what I am
Least of all
Thus
I’ll continue as is
Maybe they’ll get me
Maybe they won’t
Matters not
I’ll do what I can
My righteous part
To what I’m certain
Is the greatest game
Any of us could play…


Out of Mind
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.