That is not you
anymore
That is not
what you are
You never were
really
whatever
you thought
you wanted
to be
even if
you succeeded
doing it so well
you looked
exactly like it
and everyone
believed it even you
you know
you're still in there
pulling those levers
maybe even
frantically
swamped in whys
with inundating whats
and to be all those who's
keeping zoos of yous
behooves (it must)
too
an incomprehensible
self-reflection
to be laid down
in favor of another
equally wuh
and thuh
an' fuh
imaginality
full stop
could this myriad
of made up things
be abandoned
head long
running down
a grassy hill
with your arms out
making bird sounds