Will I be allowed of all this?

This presence

This moment

This consciousness

Life and experience? 

Will I be accepted or despised

If I’m not the person I was a moment ago

The one I’ve grown and raised up to be?

Will I lose myself and everyone I love?

Who is it that wants me to stay put

And keep riding the predetermined route?

Be content and drowsy

Never to see what lies at the end of the sidetracks?

Who are you?

I do not know you nor want to!


Get your hands off of me!

Or I’ll gnaw through your flesh and bones with my dull teeth

Cracked nails

And clumsy fingers

12/9/2019 DT

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