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I should try to stop winning,
But the American in me wants to fight on.
I can't get the struggle out to my mind;
That will to succeed I cannot overcome,
That arbitrament I cannot abandon,
That light I fight to keep alive,
Burns me.
Shine bright! Yet shine weakly is all you can.
Renounce and enjoy...enjoy what?
Sport?
Merriment?
Mediocrity.
Accepting existing and expecting nothing more.
Not Siegfried in the Nibelungenlied,
But the naked Jain starving on the banks of the Indus.
Do I even have thoughts of my own?
Or are they memes,
Placed there by a society seeking to control me,
While I yet find myself outside it's grasp.
I like to believe I control my own life,
But maybe that is just a meme for controlling me too.
Still, I fight Acceptance.
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