You can look in the mirror
and see nothing but…
see the things you’re told, the
ideas to have, the motions
to make…you can listen
to your own
words
and never recognize
your voice…but
you cannot ignore the facts
well, you can, but
the facts cannot ignore
you;
reality is unaware of what
you believe,
doesn’t care
it is quite happy to disregard
your every desire
your
every fear
it is content to never
acknowledge
you at all…but
reality knows that you are
enough
exactly the right proportion to be
you
with the tools and knowledge
to love
be loved
and it takes nothing of you
to listen
believe
to turn down the incessant
droning
buzzing
deafening
hum of others, of mouths, of
humanity
with their ideas
motions to make
when the singular motion you need
is living
from here
to
there.