will* the record of me be a name
in a book.
with the letters of my birth page
or the characters
of my web-stage
or the stand-up cries
of my outrage?


will i
be the one who dares to be....
instead
of living
like a sheep.


and will i say
the very day
when i overcome this dismay
that "I have done it"
i have found what i never knew
i wanted
was needed


i have found the "we"
in me
the "us"
in i
no longer separate
from all of us

nearly
all of us
are shifting lies like
ties  around our throats


hum,
oh when that comes
when i'll be in may,
at peace and plain;
spontaneity
my name
will i
can we
see the meaning for
this mean less life?


Yet?
Not the fame, but the heart
will i get it
will i fulfill the tug
of my
soul
oh i don't know
oh i do not know
oh my goodness
i do hope so.