Placebo

When you settle for something,

Giving excuses as to how amazing this new thing is.

It is a Placebo.
Of course it works.

It should work.

Why wouldn’t it?

Your mind is driven by its effects,

And your body listens to your mind.

Have you thought, that if the pretense of the placebo didn’t exist,

How brilliant it would have been?

You would have been able to give all the credit to your mind.

And not some other element who/which becomes famous,

By your tongue, when it doesn’t deserve it.

It is you.

Everything is in your hands.

If you make it happen,

It is you.

If you couldn’t, you are a peddler,

Of drug-like dreams.

The liquid ones. Salty liquids,

Not the powdered ones.

Powders are still substances when liquids have spilled a long time ago,

And have evaporated without a trace.

The powdered ones stick to your teeth.

And you don’t brush,

Because the powder feels like heaven,

Days after you have taken  it.

Powdered emotions are pounded,

With a pestle, without a mortar.

Without a support.

Without a container.

Just bashed in rhythm which makes you ecstatic.

Rhythms are always good.

They follow patters.

Designs,

Signs.

Shut up!

Signs are just a bunch of hokum.

Everything is random.

All things,

All acts,

All people,

All flowers,

All smells.

Random combinations.

But unlike a placebo, they have effects.

A placebo is just a placebo.

Without a reason,

Without a logic.

Just , like god.

You believe it, because you need it.

You fucking want it.

There is no proof, no logic behind it.

So appreciate the beauty of it, just because it’s there.

The patterns so symmetric are special,

Because they are not created.

They are there.

Nothing special is going to happen, unless, something happens in your life.

You don’t have to feel bad or good about it.

It is special only because it has happened, and you were there.

By chance.

No pattern there.

A pattern is just a placebo.

A placebo on a place, bored to death.

Which is random again.

Out of habit.

Which is not a pattern.

It is a reoccurrence of random occurrences.  

Standing again, because of the random factors.

Again, for the existence of the same factors.

Meaning to appear.

Like a video playing again and again and again.

Because of the chance existence of Electricity,

A Visual Display unit.

And most importantly, a being.

Because without you…

Nothing occurs.