And so I am
I didn’t ask, to become who I am.
There was no application, no signature line.
I didn’t ask to be responsible for feelings
That swell the seams of my mind.
In any case I never asked for input from the crowd.
The ones who cast me in a different mold.
And yet, their thoughts and touches ignited
Flames which burn the soul to ash.
And so I am.
More like a conscript though
less even than that.
the selective service choosing me ,
was so much more selective .
They needed no I.D. papers.
service changed my identity anyway.
No luggage to bring but baggage to carry home
And so I am
There was no application, no signature line.
I didn’t ask to be responsible for feelings
That swell the seams of my mind.
In any case I never asked for input from the crowd.
The ones who cast me in a different mold.
And yet, their thoughts and touches ignited
Flames which burn the soul to ash.
And so I am.
More like a conscript though
less even than that.
the selective service choosing me ,
was so much more selective .
They needed no I.D. papers.
service changed my identity anyway.
No luggage to bring but baggage to carry home
And so I am
