Visible Allusions to the Greater Illusions

I am not a lonely man,

Yet their are times when my mind screams,

Because my home, it feels empty,

And my life lacks real theme.

I am not a bad man,

Yet their are times when I can yell;

'You've broke my heart, you've tripped my mind,

You can burn in hell.'

I am not a daft man,

Yet their are times when my thoughts cease;

To figure from the start of things,

Would destroy my inner peace.

I am not the smartest man,

Yet at times my mind will speed.

From start to stop, the pages turn;

I devour what I read.

I am not the coolest man,

Yet to me, that means next to none;

I am and will be who I want,

From myself, I will not run.

I may be a free man,

Yet I lock myself to screens;

I lock myself to schedules,

I lock myself to teams.

I lock myself to a world which says,

'To yourself, you will not bend.

For me you will do anything,

And to yourself,

You will not tend.'

I lock myself to thoughts and feel,

That cause me to believe,

For some incandescent reason,

I owe the world, and weave,

Into the fabric of the rest,

I work for bigger goals.

For me the bell sits silent,

But for the rest, the bell does toll.