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Rage Against The Apathy

Rage Against The Apathy

 When I wake up I ask myself one question, 
Who do I want to be today? 
Who do I need to be today? 
Do I wear my extrovert face, 
My introvert one.
Do I want to blend in or stand out.
Am I to be the observer or the participator.
A day isn’t worth living through if tomorrow is the day of action.
I will not sleepwalk and tell time to wait another day, 
I will rage, I will rage against the apathy.

Do I rise to the bait and fight at the first chance? 
Or do I fold my tongue and hold the words in? 
Do I tell the honest truth, 
Or do I utter sheer bs.
So while the skin is my skin, 
The face is my face, 
I’m a method actor, it starts with the shoes
Then I make my way up
Until the transformation is complete.

Am I Mr Jekyll or Mr Hyde? 
I can wear a wig, shave my head, grow a beard, 
Put on a limp or fake a stammer, 
There just tricks of the mind.
I’ve learnt a lot of lessons because I’ve made a lot of mistakes, 
I dare to cross the dare you cross that line.
There is a world of locks out there and I am in possession of the skeleton key.
I need to feel frightened, uncomfortable
Curiosity will not kill me, it will refill me.
So it’s the joy of the thing called sin, 
It’s a smart suit with a rebellious stain.
I won’t sleep, I won’t wait
It’s my rage against the apathy. 

 V Topp

 https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

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