My mind sits on a Ferris wheel.
When I look at the ground
fear is minute and as I spin
around the skyline becomes clouded.
This is a lonely ride,
exhale, aware others feel this too.
Caught a glimpse of old friends
on their merry roller-coaster
rides, going along with the tide.
Jumping off this wagon
would make the irrational feelings be over.
My pride secures asking for help hostage.
Asking for help is to my voice box
what immigrants are to the US.
I came upon a raw stench
that got past my mask.
"Hello to you too".
I love the smell of cow **** at dawn.
This signal will propagate down
my axon and release the action potential
necessary to jumpstart today's tasks.
No gods, no fate,
not even yielding to chance
To live this one life
in full acceptance:
This will only happen once!
A stubborn strength
born of a conviction
That there is no soul
in need of absolution
That life is not made meaningful
by abstract metaphysical contortions
in favor of a jealous,
Purportedly in love with creation
Such is the choice of the humanist
in staunch opposition
to the zealot, the spiritualist
To stand on one's own feet
Acknowledging the grand mystery
Not willing to submit.
For me it was love
But for them it was curiosity