All grown up
and no place to go
searching high
and finding the low
pinned my hopes
on a surefire scheme
backfire bites
we're living the dream
animated by
unseen directors
a house of mirth
no reality detectors
queue up for
the big assessment
the standards set
must be your own
all thoughts laid bare
no contrast can compare
picking clean the bone
never knew I'd
have friends like these
in the end I depend
on my enemies
for a sense
of my own self-worth
a pilgrimage
to the before birth
in total darkness
surrounded by serene
illumination
up on the big screen
in line for
a big promotion
I set aside all
my earthly demands
standing awestruck
bless my dumb luck
love's got other plans.
Pilgrimage
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