I am a slave.
A slave to the ideas that I’ve called my own.
I’m a slave to the qualities I call home.
I am a slave to my beauty, a slave to my mind.
I am following the tail of the ignorantly blind.
I pretend to have a purpose.
A thin skin on the surface of the deep.
Beneath only hollow blackness
– the bottomless ocean, the reasonless street
I think I know more now than I did as a kid.
Truthfully though,
I bow down to the uneducated.