free birds

i quit everything to write

but, what is there to write

so that it’s worth quitting on everything?

the more i write, the more self-absorbed i become

my i wants to be an I

the more i read, the more stupid i feel

so ignorant yet so arrogant

i stopped reading books that tell the sad truth

that nothing really matters

and how human’d like to think birds are free

but none of us really is.

t.l.