I decline
This complicated contract
Of who we are to be
Of who we aren’t anyways
I’d rather be us
The way we know
Metre and metaphor no more
We are staid and stoic
Like the famous moment
That fell out of time
We are just apparitions of who we were
So
I decline
Deterministic Chaos 
This is so… I don’t have the right word. I felt exactly like this a few days ago and I couldn’t put it into words.
Your blog doesn’t reveal your identity for some reason. Is that deliberate?
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@ anon: so that a poem gets it’s meaning devoid of the author’s context :). You havent revealed your identity either?
Thank you, 🙂
Anyways, mine is revealed in the comments I make.
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