Untitled No.1

If you own yourself...

the sole possessor of your soul

Then the decision is elementary...

However, you have never

Reflected on the implications

Whom you belong to

Those that invested in you

The individuals that donated to your cause

That bestowed their wisdom unto you

Whom expected nothing more

Than for you to exceed

Your greatest expectations

You own you yes

But the past of you rests

On shoulders broader than your truth suggests

Your sensibilities demand an end

And intuition no longer bothers

This world has no need for one more drunkard

Another unsophisticated blotter

The joke is on you and you and me too

It doesn’t get better but you can decide

The decision to end is infinite or finite.