“He’d be rolling in his grave right now.
If only he could see this,
this contemptible state you’ve created to date.”
My body lets out an exhale of gi-normous proportion.
I whisper to myself, under my breath,
like a small child before candlelight.
“You stupid, stubborn, selfish little boy.
How quickly you’ve come to waste!
You’ve layed down your sword, and your guard,
and this tasteless torpor has seized our face.
At any rate, what will come of you?”
I am in hell. Make no mistake.
My privatized freedom is now for the public sake.
What should be my burden to bear,
is now a heavy concern for others who care.
I could hack off my roots, and prove I can float on my own,
Turn ‘round my back, and teach a rude lesson to know.
I could pull the whole plug on this Aaron Bell show.
But there’s just no love in that. Too drastic.
There’s no where to turn. I’m on center stage.
I have no place to hide. No way to be unpredictable.
I’m just a show to them. A true cliffhanger.
But, old friend, my grip is slipping.