6/27/2003 06:09:00 PM
i find that the flight to my demise is simply not what i thought it'd be.
the changes i see at the end of fear's groomed travesty...
joy's birth in the soiled life replacing what i used to be.
the pleasant caricature of social role without identity;
those happy faces practiced well the price of entry to my chosen infamy.
there is a fear that haunts the accomplished, the surface faithful and the vested
a certain horror at the sacrifice of success's empty vestments
that preclude life in the moment for a part in another's play
a farcical supporting role to symbolic characters of strength...
and so i jump; finding in the motion the frightening force of identity's play
the momentary choice, to be or not to be, the fitful rage of furry that is my chosen grace.