A brick

I think I was struck by a brink

Blood is dripping down my face,
down into the back of my
shirt. I can feel it, sticky,
its not sweat.
Have I been unconscious,
I am standing, with
a man/woman holding my hand.
Blurry, garbled mind;
"are you alright?",
is/are they speaking English.
Doing the same thing expecting
a different outcome.
Insanity, that's what he said.
Touch this,
see this,
this is real.
You are no super hero,
you have no cape,
and comic books are
just that COMIC, made to be a funny
a spoof....
What the Heck....
Really A brick
It fell from the sky?

Did it fall from the sky?
dazed and confused
was it really a brick

Was it reality,
in this space, where everything
is relevant.
Relevance, today, tomorrow,
next week, forever,
to whom, who, it , me , they
Whats real....?

Who am I
what am I trying to accomplish,
where am I going,
when will I know I am there,

All of this due to a
brick
a clump of clay
baked by the sun, in a stove,
hardened,
not designed with the
intent of harm,
of presenting reality,
A Brick

If this is what it takes
to live in your space...
I DON'T WANT IT
No thank you

My delusions are
far safer,
more fun
and with less expectation.
I didn't know I was
insane until you told me
until the brick fell