Mastermind

Once again, my arm a kickstand
for my head propped and slightly tilted,
promoting blood flow to the side of the brain that encourages imagination and free thought
I find myself out of sync with society,
however the chain tied to the weight of the world is still bound to my ankle
It's hard to be an individual when the doctrine of being the same still lingers
It's almost like being different is a sin, if this we're medieval days, I'd be burned at the stake
my mind always sheltered, even my family would say I would be quiet, almost too quiet
I can't remember what I was thinking then, maybe I was thinking....Why Am I Here?
or maybe it wasn't what I was thinking...but more of what I felt?
To this day I feel untamed energies, Earth's frequency's hay-wiring
The trees dance with death, I can hear the wind cry when the leaves fall
Stars blink at me when I gaze at them, or maybe I blink at them when they gaze at me...

I know something is wrong..like I am being watched
Are they planning my demise or studying the demise I long for?
The currency I created to conjure the perfect slave
The trends I make be and change less than a percent of and consider it brand new
The hate that I feed you to keep yourself unmotivated, instead of innovative
The lies I tell you, you believe foolishly for the sake of comfort and dependency
The tools I give you to make you breathe easier but make the world itself suffocate
The things I destroy and place blame on others for
The food I feed you to relieve your hunger but rot your soul
The god I schism to make you kill for

I am a mastermind....I master minds