Call me human
Call me innocent
Indentured servant to my ignorance
My craving is my compass
society shapes my temperament
Judge my intellect if you will.
When I came into this world,
I knew light
I knew its absence
how it illuminates a pearl.
The way I attention-hoard when at a party
how I eat when I'm most hungry;
My vices are my vices
walled off for times of crisis
But, lately.....
Lately it feels like I have nothing to say
like a big black hood's been pulled o'er my face
and I'm lying in a trunk,
been stashed away
there's enough air left maybe to last a day
now, for some reason
preservation takes over my mind
though I swear I've ignored caution about a thousand times
now, since the date of death is impending
regardless of decision
the only thing I have left to choose is to try to keep on living
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