We gave ourselves a name
Each and every day we valued it just the same.
We didn’t deride it even when others did
Or we did only at the very end –
Broken, resigned, or perhaps just disappointed:
But we were motivated just the same.
Now our name precedes us
Into the realm of everything we do
And because it’s not unique
We change it,
So as to be understood.
We feign indifference
But we have yet to draw the truth from out the stone.
We probably don’t even recognise
That what we’re doing makes us more alone.
We have become disfigured by our fantasy
Where our friends, benevolent,
Fulfil our testimony
Until the moment that we no longer just agree
And then we realise the extent of self-made tragedy.
We sign in, log out, and never stop to think
That we have changed because
That we are not because
That we are because
Of what we’ve chosen.
© The Hairy Teacher, 2019, Just after the hour went back.