ahamkara

the light of the sun burns in my blood,

& every neuron knows to fire-

& i, another atom of another alien,

a responsible part of an irresponsible whole,

sitting on the floor of another metro ride-

oh i, silly & noble, & positively determined,

a boy when bored, his mother when pissed,

& still in school about being correct-

arrogant me, another retired nihilist,

a PhD in ego deaths, hung on the wall,

& nothing to show but a will to live-

i will make myself from now on.