I'm so suddenly aware of myself
I can see how a fire I started was burning me
I built it for warmth
but didn't move when the flames cooked my skin
I laugh at myself
I thought I saw your soul
But it was just me in a foggy mirror
The emotions were calculated and robotic
Like dreams, I controlled every aspect
and was still surprised by outcome
A slave of my own free will
A captive of cages I built from the inside
On the outside
I see the bars were fashioned of paper
and the whole world was just a mache globe
I painted with pity
My life's creation like a 3rd grade science fair project
Proudly displaying my participation ribbon on a bloated chest
Thanksgiving Day +1 hour
And only now do I see what the pilgrims could not
Desire for a better life is not manifest destiny
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