I cannot be called an illustrious owner, for I gave it all away,

I cannot enforce a bossy order, because we’re all here to play,

I cannot manage every emotion, for mine would become blocked up,

I cannot live for every problem, for then I’d not feel grateful luck.

And so with great appreciation I realized,

A role of inflation is not what I idealized,

But a human with a free soul,

Knowing what is a role,

And dancing to play one.

And in searching for this ideal role,

I placed myself in an acting mind,

Always becoming through time,

Aware of a deeper character inside,

Only to loose its patterned sheen,

Only to become another being,

Held in a moment for its own depth,

To be pulled along to another gravity.

And yet, within and through time,

A part inside I continue to find,

One that always stays with me.

At first it confused me, for I’d idealized all roles I could become,

Then it angered me, for I worried myself was unchangingly glum,

Soon it hurt me, forcing me to feel my body wrapped around it,

Finally it transformed me, hardening a form I knew it could become.

It was a wild swirl of Lifestyle Imagery storming me,

That broke this ideal person I thought I'd be.

But the longer you live, the more rifts you start see.

Yes, the roles you may become and the body it acts from,

But also the aspirations of hope swallowed in codification,

The endeavors of imagination constrained by old creeds,

The need of experience weighed against its altered gifting,

And the essentialization to a function but soul that it takes.