A Rope at the End of This Man
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How good can I be at solving puzzles,
if I never have all the pieces,
if I've never had peace of mind,
to realize a solitary dream taken out from the rest,
preserved in original packaging,
to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
"Do I hear 'one life wasted?'
Yes, the man sitting there with the pen,
scribbling frantically."
I made no bid,
or request,
for someone else's dream unfifilled.
Who registered in my name?
better yet who gave me this name,
the one that denies me any hope of celebrity autograph,
such a premature realization
I am without a single piece of my mind,
all were auctioned off long before I had the courage to use them,
to pursue the trembling stir of the demon that beats behind my ribs.
He plucks each,
vibrating my chest like an out of tune harp,
broken notes in circadian rhythms,
the accompaniment to my aimlessness.
Scanning streets and dumpsters,
for puzzle pieces,
that I'm collecting for a rainy day.
"Yes, I'd like to bid one wasted life,
sold to the rope at the end of this man,
led gagging and growling by the lack of mercy of his own hand."
if I never have all the pieces,
if I've never had peace of mind,
to realize a solitary dream taken out from the rest,
preserved in original packaging,
to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
"Do I hear 'one life wasted?'
Yes, the man sitting there with the pen,
scribbling frantically."
I made no bid,
or request,
for someone else's dream unfifilled.
Who registered in my name?
better yet who gave me this name,
the one that denies me any hope of celebrity autograph,
such a premature realization
I am without a single piece of my mind,
all were auctioned off long before I had the courage to use them,
to pursue the trembling stir of the demon that beats behind my ribs.
He plucks each,
vibrating my chest like an out of tune harp,
broken notes in circadian rhythms,
the accompaniment to my aimlessness.
Scanning streets and dumpsters,
for puzzle pieces,
that I'm collecting for a rainy day.
"Yes, I'd like to bid one wasted life,
sold to the rope at the end of this man,
led gagging and growling by the lack of mercy of his own hand."