A Player's Paradox

What I think of 90% of my consciousness.

Trains of thought 

the mind has sought 

I have brought upon myself

 

The self-multilating action 

of causing ones 

to travel like my own mind

 

In time, 

thou shall know 

the true meaning of four-play, 

for as multiple player play

 

In this game of life,

the knife dissects

the mind processes of processing

all these beauties simultaneously,

a miraculous discovery

 

With this, 

the controller in hand, 

a genius stuck with a master plan

 

Devised by the minds

corrupted by existence, 

perfected chaos

 

The player plays his game, 

playing the dames

 in his method to entertain

 

The darkness of one's own playstyle, 

it took a while for the joker 

to wake up from his dark night, 

but with all his might, 

cannot refuse to make himself laugh

 

The darkness calls, 

the wolves howl, 

the boy sits in the corner, 

only able to cower

 

Conceived into birth, 

deceived throughout his youth, 

cooped up in a house called home, 

alone

 

The darkness makes the form, 

he is left with no options, 

mandatory, 

stuck in the mind of dark thoughts, 

the body of doughnuts, 

a tragedy

 

Let the story play, 

there is no save, 

one life without continues, 

so here's what I'm saying

 

Live once,

Love once, 

Play none,

Focus on one,

 

For no human can multitask,

It's just an impossiblity...

 

- Jerisson DeLaCruz, 6-21-2012