I came here today to say:
I do not want to play.

It’s written in your tongue
that I must stand in line
Most importantly,
do as I’m told.

              But,
I do not want to play today.

What is the harm in that?

Afraid I’ll loosen the latch
of your tightly fit structure?
Chaos reigns on the other side
of certainty.

We’re all animals.
Confine me
         and
I will push and scream
until you
set me
free.

I am not going to play today.

And yet,
tomorrow
everything and everyone
will still be…
Quite Alright.