I sit suspended
between two worlds,
two ideas:
mine,
theirs.
But there is no
choice, there is
no decision, there
is no option.
There never was.
And I will not
bend. Their desires
are not mine and
their lives have
left me behind.
I will never be
what they want
nor do I desire
such. This is my
life and I will
not be swayed
from my course.

My awakening
gives me no joy,
merely the advantage.
My eyes remain
open and my mouth
remains shut. Here
is where I make
my stand. Silent,
independent of the
mass. I have become
quiet like a shadow
on a windy winter
day.

AcB 6.13.99