Shall I accept it -- a statement, not a question

We can try to become who/what we know we’re not. And we can use society as our excuse to fulfill that "Professional Instinct". . . or not. We can use our intellect in spite of its seeming sagacity to give the appearance of authenticity, the impression of compassion, or the form of friendliness; this would determine nothing, everything, and anything . . .


Everything buried beneath a sheet
Waiting to sleep on this street
Cheat
Everything in the soul
What role do we play?
To Live? To Decay?
If we had Anythings
Everythings, what would they be
Life? Death? Liberty?
Why not ask for it all?
Too much gall?
Or should we ask with no regret?
Fight for it; they get upset.
But do we must
Before we bust
Lust or
Turn to Dust.
Laugh aloud, be proud
Wonder what to do
Be You?
Be Me?
Be Them?
Be It?
Be Anythings
Everythings buried beneath a sheet

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