Day's pass nothing lasts
what’s tomorrow but another
task, too distracted to stop to
ask who are we behind the mask.
What is truth when honesty does not
suit the unspoken mind can be
nasty and unkind, we forge forward
without reason to rewind.
Who we are may have been left
behind, is it the middle ground
where you can be found or are you
a beacon emitting echoes of
scandalous transgressions.

Refusing to be a vessel of mediocrity
a nameless face in the gathering crowd.
I stand forthright
angry and proud.