how often do you talk about the universe
how often do you talk about yourself

your fall for me was like the blitzkrieg:
fast and effective,
avoiding a war of attrition.

you destroyed me,
my command,
my control,
my communication to my soul

i am at a war against you
not myself, as they said
lost in the trenches
loading up my gun
will i shoot me
or will i lose thee

i want to walk into a room
any room
scream my heart out
with my mind's knots
hear her scream
scream as loud as can be
i mean her as in me

wait for me
at the end of the rainbow
and you can judge me
judge you
which side will you take?
the *** of gold
or the side with no stake?

what do you want to say
when someone asks
"what do you do?"

do you want to impress the elite?
define it, perhaps?
did you want to impress yourself?
your father? mother?
"do what makes you happy," they said.
"follow your  heart, follow your dreams," they begged.

make a living,
or earn it?
live a vocation -
or is that dreaming?

how many will you ****?
how many will you love?
how many friends turn into rivals?
how many are lost on the way there?
anywhere.

will blood hate you?
or hunt you for treasure?
does X mark the spot,
or does it mark thy death?

what do you want to say
when someone asks,
"what do you do?"