[Written: 2025-01-09]

On a Daily basis the demon asks me ” why do you go on?

You can give up now, you know you don’t belong.

You are like butter spread too thinly over bread, you have gone on too long,

Just throw the towel in, quit whilst you’re behind, stop being a moron.

What is your answer, you should be afraid to be,

You know I hear what you hear, and see what you see.

What do you fear more than me? What can it be?

Answer me boy, do it quickly.

I say to the demon, with the voice in my head and it’s deafening noise,

“I am more scared of angels, can’t you see there’s no choice.

They tell me to repent, lift the world with my voice,

Keep my head up and every day rejoice.

The world is yours too,

You have nothing to lose.

We all feel lost sometimes, but fate has been leaving us clues.

You should see now your mind is free, it is not trapped, that was a roose.

The demon snarls deep from within my neck,

“The angel lies, can’t you see? What the heck!

If you were truly free in this world then why take your meds?

Why do you feel low all the time, your logic you need to check.

You can’t fix your mind, not even in this world full of tech.”

I reply an ocean of thoughts, but in words this is how it makes sense,

“Even though I know you are testing my beliefs.

I see little reason not to agree,

On the most part that is, but this is what I believe.

Demons and angels aren’t quite as scary,

As a planet full of people, extraordinary.

8 billion equals with more skills knowing no boundary,

They have been surviving and thriving since we could walk in the trees.

Everyone unique, but that world still turns,

I am not perfect, I have done wrong, I have felt my soul burn.

But the world and my family pulled me from free from the churn,

And said rest and recuperate, because it is time for you to return.

I know you’ve been tired, I know how tiring it is to learn,

And I know what it’s like when something feels missing makes you yearn.

We’ll take it slow and make it fun,

Even though 42, to the universe you are still young”.

I turn my focus back around to the room in front of me to look what I can see,

The demon has been left far behind me,

And yes, I’ll probably see it again in the distant morning,

But then, me and my mind will give it a good talking,

With words passed down to me by family and friends of my world whilst I start walking.

And remind it that it’s rude to stare so quit gawking,

Or so help me god it’s going to get a right bollocking.