What he wanted was to change
Dark clouds obscured his certainty
The transformation he took on was deranged
Thought police laughed from grand balconies looking down on him
The masquerade turned into a shame parade
And the disdain was ubiquitous
He felt no need to wear a mask to hide from them
Yet they mocked him pretentiously under tacky pseudonyms
With no substance other than sour countenance
The darkest corners of the earth were always prescient
And they welcomed him
Like the body welcomes oxytocin from the mind
A fair sign of the times that every day
Gave way to the gray in front of him
Getting lost in the space
Between thoughts
Wondering
How a mass exodus of people like him
Could be bought
Retreating from nobility to culpability in a single thought
He blames them
As he remains lost
In the space between
To Rot