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Jun 2016
I see my reflection
in the bright stars
of the wide night sky.
I'm walking up a five-step
staircase, hoping that
when I leap off it I can take flight.
I want to be an eagle.
I want to be free.
I want to spread my wings
and fly high,
living above everything.

I want to be a skinny
punk rocker, head-banging
my life away.
I want to trip on
drugs for a couple
of years for absolutely
no reason.
I just want to dance
and write clever
poetry and be seen
as an iconoclast.
An intellectual rebel
who nobody agrees
with, but who everybody
respects and looks up to.

I want to be homeless
and spend my days
walking from place to place,
just wanting a piece of bread
to eat each day.
Just that is enough.
And I'll have no-one to
answer to.
No-one whom I need
to respect or care about.
I can just go wherever
I want and do whatever I want.
Of course I'll be scorned
and rejected by society
because of my
foul appearance
and lack of initiative,
but who the **** cares?
I'm already in that boat,
the only difference is
that I have the money
to keep clean and tidy
and I have a job,
so I'm classified as a
'productive member of society.'
So people don't actually
like me any more than
they like a hobo,
but there is a sense of
mutual respect.
But it isn't real respect
because real respect is
based on feeling respectful
towards someone.
This 'mutual respect' was
taught to us as a means
of getting along
with other people.
So it's premeditated.
Meaningless.
"I respect you because
I've been taught to do so.
But, if I could, I would tell
you what a **** I think
you really are and send a
big old *******
right your way."

I want to be one of these
extremely rich, young
celebrities with a
reality show on TV.
I want to know what
it's like to be as shallow
and ignorant as these people
and just not give
a **** about anything
except my
20-thousand dollar
birthday parties
and my own boat
and how much
I'm going to drink
when I go out
and which hard drug
I'm going to
experiment with next.

I guess what all these things -
the eagle, the iconoclast,
the homeless man and
the rich celebrity - have
in common is that
they all have a high
degree of freedom.
That's what we're all
really searching for,
isn't it? Freedom.
True, unchained, limitless freedom.
© 2016 Sebastian Glyn
Steele
Written by
Steele
368
   Dana Colgan
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