Public life
Afterlife
Spotlight is dim
And it flickers
And fades
Like a stage
Pseudonym

Doesn’t need to be novelty’s
Next revelation
Adding factorials
To the equation
That always results
In a nightly reveal
One more piece to the puzzle
Of what I conceal
When complete
Will appear
To compose me
The soma
And unto my readers
Convey its
Persona

Altering actions,
Projections,
Directions
Trajectories take
To deliver their lessons
Impose inquisition
Through force
And charisma
Convince you to
Lie, cheat and steal
An enigma
Required
To masterfully wield
The exertion of pressure
Agendas fulfilled
But it doesn’t take geniuses
For me to be
In control of the outcomes
Unanimously

Watch it move past us
Contained in decay
Everyday becomes wistfully
Wither away
And though hardly the first
To see living as dying
I think I equate it
More often in writing
Where I can trace aging
To futures predicting
That if I do find
Reason for my existing
I found what I needed
And claimed my desire
Composed of what leads me
In peace
To expire

Put me through miles
Of tortuous trials
All while the torturous
Boredom beguiles
Me spending it
Pending
My breakthrough’s
Approval
Potential is fading
In tandem with youthful
Refusal to sit back
And idly by
Just observe and report
The cloud forms in the sky

Got what I wanted,
Accomplished,
Attained
All it cost?
The most powerful
Piece in the game

Don’t let it slip
What you used to do,
Used to be
Nothing good comes of me
Dreaming her
Lucidly
Looping her in
To assure
Continuity
But incongruity
Ruins the story,
The details embellished,
Withheld,
Unreported
Like those obfuscated,
Conflated
Make me
In her eyes, but a scared little boy
Verily