Here I sit—shelved—
Fill with the emptiness
of self—my purpose clear:
To fulfill the pouring in
and pouring out of time’s choices;
Such is my juxtaposed ironic reality;
much like America’s strange reality:
Bondage, freedom, injustice and justice
coexisting under the umbrella of democracy.
Strange how my existence ironically
reflect the lives of those who sup from me.