The Puppet PerspectiveA Poem by Matt SayerYou say sad, I say reflective. You think I'm sinking--that's a matter of perspective. Your ocean is my armour; I wear it to stay sane, Your desert my soul's playground, your 'real-world' my mind's bane. Why is 'normal' so important? What makes sanity so great? All the Einsteins and Newtons had their own oddball gait. Does my capriciousness offend you? Do my quirks plague your heart? Should I bind tight my whims? Bloody murder my art? My 'sickness' ain't sick; it's just who I am. If that doesn't please you, well, frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
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Added on December 13, 2013Last Updated on December 13, 2013 AuthorMatt SayerMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutI readily and happily admit I am a technology addict; my shelves are as laden with flashy gadgets as they are with mountains of books. During the day I work in IT as an analyst programmer (essentially.. more..Writing
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