By the preponderance of evidence ... I will change the world.

Develop some intelligence ... that will surely work.

In repeating all my ignorance ... belief will surely surge

through living my incompetence and following my urge.

I must like myself a lot ... everyone should be like me.

In my own world, I am my “god” ... I fake to be free.

I can’t make rain or grow a lot ... but I pretend to be

The sun’s enlightening glare  ... for I am blind indeed.

Moving in slow pace ... I travel all alone

with many like me ... dried up to the bone.

Head bowed in outer space ... searching for my clone

long forgotten, out of place ... as dissatisfaction groans

End of time just appears ... like a newborn child

Lost in a world of fear ... to put it just and clearly

All things seem vaguely clear ... although it’s wild.

Afraid to be sincere ... for truth has split me dearly.

Only the lack of one breath it takes ... to move me to the next

Out of the little world I faked ... into a scene slyly perplexed.

Where the rule of thumb is … a snake in guile is forever vexed

To rule the lost in heart … into a condition of complete unrest.

Jan Wienen