Swam Like Hell

Swam Like Hell

Something I can never have is always,

It seems, all that I ever want.

This is not a remediable situation,

This is the ideal that is I,

Not necessarily my fault,

Yet I did swim like hell for that egg,

So ready to be alive and manifested into

This physicality I was.

And here I sit;

A handful of scores of days and months and minutes later,

Itchy and unshaven,

Suffering the winning end

(for now)

of a battle between an annoying sickness

and my fragile vessel.

Silence is my friend but I rarely see her,

And when she is around I tend to get quite lonely,

So I let the noise back in to find comfort among the insanity.

You see, I can’t settle, 

I know that if I do settle,

Then I give a silent nod of approval

To the system of greed that incorporates all of your lives.

Sure, I know that it is easier,

Yet I have little vigor or respect for that which is easy.

There is no easiness in the truth,

Only that which is true.