I grant to you

no privilage of person

no sense of self

denial of choice

its wants out

so from all the little bits and pieces

a simple case of lost and found

a wicked new beginning

i don't ever want to see

it's the oldest trick in the book

just like everything you always knew

turned upon its very end

there's nothing left to be

half a mind to say all the things that bother me today

you better check if it's me in that coffin of yours

or just the one you thought you knew



I am one,

Who am I?

No character to be lost inside



A mind is hard to please

so wander aimlessly



Hands clenched in fists of rage

concealed in frustration

there's a part of me that cannot deal

with the character I am forced to be

a thinly veiled plan to lay your world afoot

lost in community

blind in belonging

is there really nothing more than this?

the emptiness remains

so put on your brave face

and take the plunge again