My Over Inflated Mind.

My head swells,
with the words of wisdom,
implanted into my Cerebral Cortex.

Security Level:
Administrator.

The signal:
Never interrupted.

My hair;

my face;

my clothes.

My principal behaviour,
controlled.

My…

Volition;

Desire;

selection…

foretold,

by the scriptures of the box,
and the writings on the wall.

Ipods;

ipads;

mobile phones.

I need a new three piece suite,

so I’ve been told.

My head continues to swell,
to a monumental size,
and I feel my feet lift from the earth,

gently,

so gently…

lifting me to the skies.

As I float with acquiescence surrender,
over the roof tops of consumption,
I gaze at all the shadows;
their cadaverous minds.

Poor souls.

I continue on my journey;

my pilgrimage of enlightenment;

my odyssey of comprehension;

my voyage of realization.

Many miles pass,
and my head declines in size.
I start to lose altitude;
and I debark...

safe,
but with cleansed mind.

The view is humbling,
and as I look down,
I behold a flower.

I sit beside it.

I admire it.

A true example,

of Design.