Atlantic City, NJ, March 20, 1972

The more confused you are, the better for them

By Vladimir Huber

You feel like walking north,
but you’re not supposed to.
You feel like shouting loud,
but you’re not supposed to.
You feel like going higher,
but you’re not supposed to.

You cry and you feel bad.
You move around,
knowing that you are
in the same place.
You look around,
and nothing feels tasty.
You wonder,
if there is anything worth it;
and if there is,
maybe you are not supposed to.

Your confusion turns to anger;
your tears turn to crystal;
your heart feels like a rock;
you have to join,
and be as unsoft as anybody else.
You came back,
from where you started,
and they are happy.
You keep on wondering,
why does it have to be that way?
Why feelings are always
crushing with obligations?
Why can’t I just let myself be me?
Is it that what they don’t want?
Are they scared of true people?

If they killed one with his arms open,
I wonder what they would do to me.