Idle Thoughts of a Disowned Existentialist
Free
to be
to choose
to judge for myself
to starve
to waste the days
to waste years
to settle into the dull routine of existence
with my eyes focused vaguely on a distant prize
Free from them
from what they made me
Free to be who I let them make me
to pick and choose my own neuroses
to not know the answer
to find it when I need it, and not before
to open doors
to close them
to burn bridges, and put out their fires with my tears
to tell the truth
Finally free to accept the terrible consequences
of my own idiotic actions
Free to grow
to think
to breathe
to live
September 11, 1998