Jim

JIM

Gather together
children and friends.
Enter in
our tale is about to begin.
I being me, am lost.
A soul
sardonically thrown
into a failed race.
Oh, but twenty-seven years to late.
I loved and lost, but did
i really ever love the lost?
In a culture of today ones
being never what they really are.
Fucking facade!
Why can’t you be you!
Be what you are,
what are you? Look!
See into that image of ones self.
The childhood of imagery and birth,
of self righteousness. Climb up
out of your shells of conformity
and get right with nature,
and all you really are.