To play scribe for the truth

Is my only goal.

Everything else is just a stop

On the way,

Markers along the roadside

That define my person.

All of these so I may be known

For the beauty I recognize and reveal

Through my scratchings,

My bleeding on paper.

I will pour rivers of dreams

Visualized and transcribed:

Articles of information

Entertaining the crowd,

Poetry and plays,

Movies and music,

All vessels for my real purpose.

I will explore the depths

Of humanity, the fibers of existence.

The people dissolved, exposing the souls behind

The faces of poverty, prejudice, and pride.

The core that remains when appearance

And opinion are stripped away,

Receptive to the raw elements

Of scrutiny, torment, and admiration.

Idols will fall and heroes be uncovered.

As Odysseus cast off his disguise

Let me give others the chance

To open their senses to the choice

Of liberation and anarchy.

Who can be true

that has never been free?

I will prove that our sameness

Makes us unique, that our individuality

Makes us alike.

Not just others will I attack and dissemble

But I will undergo these trials as well

Tear away the outer layers

To reveal the center, innocent

And fresh to the new world.

I will evolve as my eyes

Are opened and my conscious thoughts

Awaken to knowledge.

Living vicariously I will impact

My readers, not through persuasion

Or command, but through simplicity.

We will connect and exchange

Through relative human experiences

That emote, promote imagination,

And touch the heart of the mortal issue

Of living without all the answers.

I will be quotable, infamous

Because I reach beyond the lines

And straddle the border of sanity.

I will sing words, read music, and write

To exist after my death in the dark corners

and the churning minds of the future.