I have not Titaniced into obscurity,
My sinking is common knowledge
And Lo! I am master of now’s reality
Fighting off complacency constantly.
I change the light bulb so I can see at night
Obliterate the darkness with my light,
I reserve it for some future date.
I scrawl tales of my castles made of sand
So that they can safely wash into an ocean of remembrance.
I shoot the waves of my brain through amber grain
Till children sing songs of my glory.
Shake, shake, shake the etch-a-sketch until it breaks
And transform it into a sculpture, immutable.
And at last I shift from you’s to I’s
The vowels of independence
Shaking shackles lose
Freed of my gorgeous noose
But why despite the mortal danger
Do I still wish to
Hang
Out with you?