You care about me, at least,

that’s what they say.

 

They say a lot of things;

but,

don’t we all?

 

This shirt,

this dress,

that hair,

that doll-

perfect replicas of an imperfect wall.

 

The madness is a weight

falling heavy on my plate.

 

Ambition, dreams, goals, success,

a looming fog, an abstract mess.

 

A Brave New World,

thick under clouds,

an unsightly beast of thoughtless collaboration

 

I exist.

 

Independent in thought where my mind is concerned.

I look for a light to guide me in this storm.

 

You are a voice in the mist,

joined to them in siren-like propensity.

 

From the dark there rises

a beacon of light from a house of thought.

The warmth of hope trickles through me,

igniting a flame that sparks life in my plea.

I exist to create

in a world rimmed with fate.

 

You don’t need me.

 

Yet I need you.

 

A moment of time is all it will take

to dispel the world my rhyme my stake.