i am only my name

no regrets or shames

my triumphs and failures - 

they’re all the same;

i’m buildings and rubble, 

i’m ropes and i’m chains.

the passion i channel is

more than inane, it’s

utterly stupid, it’s

vapid and vain, yet

pride in all outcomes is

what i’ve attained.

it’s not common to find someone

who is true, 

despite all the crying,

the moaning, the boos 

i lift up my voice 

in remembrance of you.

let not the woes of the world

trouble thee, for 

songs can be sung

without reason, rhyme 

or key.