Being a puppet or a parrot. Or even a parody of your own self is like chocolates on hot sauce. It stings and signs, while it whines and shines. It doesn’t believe in itself, neither does it deceive it’s own belch. It remembers, it sees, and it also receives when its meant to beseech. I can’t imagine a world where we suffer for the will of other people, and I cant see anything in beseeching all that has existed in the past as non=sensical pastsense. It is only a tense, after all. A past one, or a part one. Apartheid is a golden one. That is for sure, or is it?