an unexisted reality

I am not here.

I have no control.

I’m under the impression

 of someone else’s intentions. You are me,

and I am not here.

You steer me

in any direction, not to mention

the damage of the collective

has made on my imagination. I imagine,

I can’t imagine. You imagine

for me, you have

the control. You choose

each door, and I

close them.

When will anyone understand?