You care about me, at least,
that’s what they say.
They say a lot of things;
don’t we all?
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
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.