Those curves of living

Wandering the curves
of the lake
that gave me
the inclination
to be more
than a caricature
fostered in the heads
of schoolmarms
in the winds of
the Chicago Public School System,
but I refused the box
because it was
no air in it,
so thusly I wander
the Earth
on the path less traveled.
No woe is me…
or for those
of my helix
who are
glorious…ly disposed
to get up
and shine brightly
because we
are mighty.

We waste our time
and energy,
our fuel
trying to be for everyone,
but we have
a finite amount
of it on a one way journey.

A life sentence on Earth.

Fuck the crowd,
be who you are for.

As the water rustles
the mighty bring
burdens to the shores
to drown them
in infamy,
as no tales
are told in
the wake,
as the waterfalls
are not to be chased,
but to be marveled.