When having multiple personalities is not a disorder, but rather a spiritual adventure.
I'm working on something musically for this in LMMS but the demo isn't ready yet. Will upload it soon probably when I decide where to upload it to.
Date: Feb 4, 2020
for: FAWM 2020
album: Neverything Else
On days I'm bitter, crass and cold,
When jaded eyes the world behold,
My sweet side, heart wide open shuts,
My neural network gouged with ruts,
I know I'm not myself those days,
I know the intersecting strays
Are active in my psyche. Gripped,
I try to fathom where I've slipped.
I feel them, see their postures, wear
the garb which I would not prefer,
I honour that they dwell with me,
And long for things their wills decree.
On days I sit in sorrow, now,
I sense their presences, a crowd,
I hear no voices but my own,
Though, words I think - sometimes disown.
All my unconscious movements tell
Me who is taking on my shell,
They improvise upon my days,
They subtly encroach, and stay.
My spotlight must remain as mine,
It is my body, and my line
of lifestyle choices, jobs, and friends,
on which my path rests and depends.
I'm sovereign here, in this meat ship,
I often loosen my tight grip,
however, ultimately, they
must settle down, they must obey.
I'm at the wheel, I'm all I have,
They seem to want to taint the salve,
They want to usurp maybe, coup,
But there is nothing they can do,
For there is still a part of me,
that ever shall remain as free,
that part of my identity
persisting through eternity,
at cosmic context frequency;
I'm ultimate reality.