Push back
So you’re telling me

The choices I have are

Following a path that

Pushes me away from myself

Simply because its normal

Or because someone says so

Or maybe because thinking

Isn’t something people indulge in

If I don’t go

If I don’t perform vaudeville

I’ll become simple static

Background noise that fades in

Just below the threshold

What a pair of choices

What a tired joke

We drag the corpse of

Something that was once

Beautiful

Picking and choosing the parts

We care to remember

That isn’t a choice made

It’s a sickness inherited