finding my way…
is this day rebirth?
it could be
were there something
before.
i know i must find
the drive to manufacture
a desire that i’ve never
known.
the desire to ascend from
this pit i call home, with
all its vile trappings, all
comforts i seek serve to
make me soft for the end.
conformed must be beat
down into society’s pit.
i used to cling to a shred
of how it felt to be alive.
it is time to be free, rise
up and out of what i’ve been
forced into living out, playing
this mechanized societal slavery.
it is time to remember
what i am working for.
survival is to accept weakness.
ascendancy is to accept nothing
is beyond my capacity to change…
-6/25/99