What a ride

This is wrong.

I’ve been tested and tempted, and traveled among

The unreal, the ugly, the gorgeous, the lost.

I have built with the pharaohs, ignoring the cost.

I’ve escaped with the gypsies, and built my safeguards,

I have said my goodbyes, often skipping regards.

Been abandoned by those, who were meant to remain,

I’ve been hurt, and perhaps I’m addicted to pain.

Been through fire and water and thought it’s OK,

Taught avoiding the problems and turning to prey.

I’ve been given the tools, explained all the rules,

And cemented the knowledge that people are fools.

I’ve forgotten to dream about treasure and jewels,

Then escaped from it all and skipped all the rules.

I’ve survived and I lost, I’ve endured, and I won,

I’ve accepted my place far away from a throne.

Often wished for a clone, and remained in my zone,

Then I wondered around remaining alone.

Found purpose and dreams, lived in circus extremes,

I’ve expressed every thought through articulate memes.

Tore impregnable seams of the boring routines,

I’ve injected the hurt, like lifesaving vaccines.

I have danced, I have cried, ran ahead and away,

Learned to live every moment, as if a new day.

I’m not done, not at all, there is much left undone,

I will crawl, if need be, but I’d much rather run.

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