Observations: Degrees of Disease - February 17, 2008

Are we all trying to fly?
--or really just waiting to die?

Admittedly, I'm not so shy as to deny
that I lie--to evade and dissuade
those that pry for that which I hide
in my pride.

And each gray day -- muddled with the
dark drying clay: this hearsay that
solidifies the guise (over our
crying and sighing inadequacy)
that we feign as we're slain
by the perpetual drain of this
game that leaves us lame
yet untamed to
the torturous superficiality
of their reality -- this calm and quiet
brutality.