Right & Left

In Fellini's world the bad always win, in Pasolini's the good always loose. The Right and the Left.

empty and isolated

isolation

deliberate isolation no doubt

but still hurting

every day

it hurts

every day

internal misery

pull yourself out, man!

i scream at the mirror

with art, your amazing shit

or maybe another round of unhealthy autoeroticism

sometimes the mirror listens

sometimes it don't

and still it's alive

and still something is moving

you always got what you wanted

the master of your realm

so many times you doubted

what was already certain

you are a god

a creator

a celestial

climbed Olympus more than once

frowned upon by whole cities

and still fucked the actress from your favorite movie

scorched timberlands of invasive plants

yet still managed to create a sanctuary 

sadly again you are lost to fear

lost to unconstructive reflection

talking down on your achievments

listening to alien and stucked-up opinions

of all people, especially you, should not

you are a transformer

you transform even without trying

made the worlds in your head a physical reality

again and again

and here you are filled with anxiety

a faggot around the uptight

an incel around woke

a nazi around the blacks

and a commie around the whites

boring

bored

uneducated hump or genius mage

a little bit of everything one would think

you do run, run run

away from them

and you do run, run run

away from you

run some more, maybe

run until you transform

transform again and again

until there is no telling what you are no more

a new essence

a new monster

hopefully one you can trust