Greg Goble: The Collected Works

Dementia

Some believe it to be a godless, inexplicable void in compassion for the living.
Some believe it to be a psychological disorder. An illness needing cure.
Yet still, some believe it to be cause of a lack of respectability
Because others believe it a disease.
I beg to differ.
In its truest form it must be created from an inner motivation.
Not to do harm, just to take what another has as one’s own.
It is another mystery yet unsolved by nature.
A nobility of heart and mind
Waiting patiently to be discovered as such.
Am I the only one who comprehends this?
Am I the only one who sees?
Does my view change the focus?
Yes.
Everyone else cannot possibly understand or affect it.
That is why I am here
Cushioned by the interior of my own prison.
Tailored in the fashion of antiquity.
Passed down in tradition from generation to generation
Possessed by the very spirit of sportsmanship.
They can’t hold me here, they never could
Perhaps they don’t realize this,
It shall be their downfall.
The truth is I am above them
For reasons unknown I am the gifted one.
Equality for any means would be unruly
Because I contain the very essence of inner purity.
I do not do things without reason
And just that fact puts me on my pedestal.
To put it simply;
They are the herd and I am their shepherd.
Let’s see if you can follow...