i do this

in hopes

of becoming that

i am

already that

but still

i find myself

doing

acting

seeing

thinking

feeling

expressing

emotionalizing

this

for that

that

is not

this

and this

cannot

be that

by seeking

passionate

expression

of this

for that

is like a candle

burning

its own wax

because

it needs

more wax

to stay lit

so you melt away

who you are

in order

to be

what you are not

then by

and through

submission

does your mission

come to fruition

as above

so below

why then

try and escape

into another state

when that state

is false

and futile

it is the land of

death and decay

how then

are we

to ever rise up

levitate

to

true worth

and purpose

unless

we die

drip by drip

in the candle's name

fading away

into the very clay

from which

we were made

malleable eccentricities

make me

who

and what

i am