unable to change who I am

i have no zipper on my throat
no velcro on my head

i am attached to everythought
and full-square-stapled to my shoulders
no answers only lines
and lies.

my chest is an empty cavern
unopened even by Egyptian graverobbers

i am heartless and souless
and in me echos only the empty sounds
of dropped balls, dripped drops,
and drapes blowing in the breeze

i have no toes on my elbows
and no snakes for hair

i walk upon twosore feet
and gaze in mirrors to reflect
on gray hairs
and my past.