Obsessive Eyes Of History

Obsessive Eyes Of History
© Surazeus
2026 05 10

The random events of my mundane life 
occur so far outside standard template 
of socially accepted stereotypes, 
that I can only chronicle each phase 
without application of ordered stamps 
beyond frame of meaningful narrative. 

No conceptual meaning assigned by fate 
could be extracted from those bizarre scenes 
if I detail each particular fact 
against normal code of significance 
contrary to nuance of legal aim 
that motivates my actions to survive. 

Each maladjusted purpose I assert 
reverses message of psychic intent 
with imprecise explanation of hope 
beyond general drift of my argument, 
which is to say I could never attest 
to divine gist of consensual design. 

No story ever told in time-bound books, 
nor shows presented on the glowing screen, 
ever represents my experience 
in typical sequence of measured scenes 
that model paradigm of social tales 
contrived by fabulists of absurd myths. 

I will not compose memoir of my life, 
spinning meaningful narrative of fate 
from random assemblage of anecdotes 
that highlight examples of clumsiness 
when I interact with people in scenes 
scripted to humiliate me with farce. 

Each time I stumble into social scene, 
where fearful people wearing bitter masks 
direct burlesque of taunting disrespect 
that stars their caricature of my soul, 
I perform contrary to game they expect 
that exposes their hate through travesty. 

Thus I exit absurd drama they cast 
by vacating stage of their haughty pride 
and leave them to strut with false dignity 
before obsessive eyes of history 
that devours esteem of arrogant fools 
with terrible curse of soul-twisting fame. 

Long trapped in stories other people write, 
unwilling antagonist of their heroism, 
I leap from tower of religious faith 
to soar on urgent wings of Icarus 
till I fall singing in Ocean of Doom 
and rise reborn on island of my heart.