i don’t want to be a fan,

hanging on someone’s every word.

every word is too many,

everybody gets it wrong sometimes.

.

i will not be a foe,

rejecting all that someone is.

all of them has some of me,

and I love me, except when I don’t.

.

trust in what you say?

you will pardon my mordancy.

smile at me, and do for me, and give to me,

on the backs of the others.

.

work for you, you say?

you will despise my meekness.

curse at me, do to me, take from me,

for the fun of others.

.

will there be that place?

will I ever see it?

the avatars go back and forth,

pawns of the powers that they were formed to fight.

.

the avatars are we,

taken the form of might, mammon, movement, medication.

humility, goodness, peace, compassion – lost

supposed to be found. lost.

hurt.

crushed.