It's a life
like any other
taking an individual form
feeding for identity
baring consciousness
battling with isms
building a prison
and landing
at rest
with no answers
no truth
in the objects
viewed
on the screen
of life
we all want to be "better"
all reclaiming
the innocence
one hand out asking
the other, crossed fingers
too frightened
to give it away
too caught
in knowing
to know
a better way
for there is no better
there only is
is
in this life
that asks nothing of you
when you ask of it
with the needs
turned into a commodity
many trying to save
you
on your own
in this world
individual you
the same as everyone
thinking
you need it more
and then there is nothing
to give
any more