Having arrived at thirty-three
And finding I did not like the most of me
I decided to rework what society hath wrought
To destroy and obliterate all I'd been taught
And murder these residents in my brain
That are but leaches driving me insane
Sucking the life from the core of me
That nub of realness that few can see
A Guillivar bound with possible shoulds
Weighted down in responsible chain
Then thrown in to swim life's rapids
again and again.
Could I but once shed these bonds and swim
bare and free
It would take Mark Spitz to stay with me
But I cannot break this tempered thread
Though God knows I've tried
"Tis only a simple trick." Houdini once said
Hear me, believe me ... believe me, he lied.
