Waiting outside

While raindrops fall like anticipation

Stalemated against the concrete

Yet still infecting those

who it comes in contact with.

With this illness

I draw assumptions of those

Who I will soon encounter,

“Right brain antagonist” I deem them

Who could ever see one as a friend

That distorts their truths with reality

Removing theirs to create new perceptions

Injecting alternative concepts into the psyche

“Makeshift literary re-engineers” even better

Allowing you to keep the same frame

But changing the tint of the spectacles

Altering one’s existence

By manipulating their field of vision

Now it’s up the steps, through the door.

Facing the jury of peers

Who all seem to hold a slip in one hand,

The other a gavel,

Verdict three inches from the sound block.

So now it’s my security on guard

Waiting for the locks to be picked

Mainframe hacked

As my statute is evaluated for reconstruction

Anticipating whose influence will reshape reality.