Self Exam

There was only one rule: Don’t open the door.

I couldn’t stand the… anticipation.

The way it stared me down as though sentient.

I blame Lewis Carroll.

Follow it down the rabbit hole.

Nothing as it seems

Seek more.

I hate “more”...

It only ever seems to leave me with less.

Enlightenment.

The price.

Is it right, or is it still curated?

A dangerous mind.

Previously stated.

Yet I still seek…

Is this growth…

Then why do I still feel weak?

Indifference.

That’s when I know it's the end…

Begin again?

What is a friend?

I can't recognize my own needs defined…

I still wait….

Anticipate…

And can’t stand,

Contradiction in stride…

What presides inside something that is given?

Manipulative and still basic.

There is nothing wrong,

With a soul giving,

Yet still in want.

Can I do and still need?

The taint of prestige…

I can't fathom the steps,

That will lead me yet,

To St. Peter’s judgment.

What gives him the right to preside over the illusive definition of what is wrong,

What is right?

Classist society is what presides.

But let's stop adding the confusion of the independence inside.

Classified.

Is it better,

Even though you’re still tethered….

To what we are told to believe.

The individuality that greed can still influence,

Weirdo…

Due diligence.

At least,

Though time wasted,

You exist still within it.

And can’t be erased…

Still, I feel wasted.

The human experience.

Hip-hurray!

I made it…

Outside of the norm…

What can truly actualize potential where worth is concerned?

Excavated.

Knowing thy self...

Within situational communication.