Know

Try thinking of conformity
Imagine the Novacaine zombies
They'll tell you to be like them
Full of unsatisfied meekness

Try thinking of revolution
The rebelliousness of youth
Hear them say "die for the cause"
See them still alive at fifty
Like so many failed hippies

Try thinking of escapism
See them all run from their fears
Watch as they cower underground
Sweating, desperate and alone

Now think of me
I am made meek by the revolutionaries of the sixties
I have failed because there is nothing to conform to
And I escape desperation and loneliness to embrace my fears

Do you know me?

© 1995, Mosquitobyte