I see my life before me,
In bleak and bounded glory.
Each clamoring possible future holding a certain failure,
Each silent insistent past offering good forgotten advice.
Highbeams of mind-sight,
Meciless, piercing streams of light and gloom,
Depict before me paths of sorrow and seductive triumph.
Of which tastes, both known and impossibly remembered,
Dance tiptoe through my mind,
Alerting dour caution and sweet ambition.
Who twist and pull and sour within,
Ripping soul and mind apart,
Leaving naked trembling uncertainty
And true identity.