Fly

I was a nothing to no one
coming undone at the seams
with the over-indulgence of
self-engorging pride-stew
I'd been slurping on since 4 in the afternoon.

I was the best thing I'd ever tasted,
& was so full of myself
that I wasted way too many hours
attempting to sustain myself
on my own...self

nothin' doin'...

I was chewin' on the al dente
spaghetti that sutured together my self-perceived identity
& as I've already stated,
I was coming apart at the seams...

When a child,
I'd dream of flying
over the mountains of manipulation
beyond the peaks of self-imposed perfection
that I could never quite climb...

today that dream is realized...

I fly
where others walk
sing
where others talk
live
while everywhere I go I see silhouettes of chalk
& they don't even know that they're dead,
I said,
they don't even know that they're already dead.
instead,
they believe the fiction of their fantasy...
in their head
They're the head of the class
far surpassing
the lasting memory
of the student with the golden pencil
whose answers knew no wrong...

I fly...

while others fail & flail their way toward an eternal question mark
burning in the light of their own self-absorbed misplaced blessed assurance...

I fly...

May these wings stretch out
& shed feathers,
enable others to uproot their tethers
& touch eternity
with the speaking...

"Please Come In."