At Home with Turtles - Graduation To be lost in the Labyrinth Like the Minotaur... like Asterion... No end in sight and only wrong turns from here. Knowing my killer is what’s at the end of the tunnel No... I do not want this. To be alone in the void Columns singing, solitary, dancing in the rhythms of the utter stillness Sizing up the world and talking up the architecture. Always to myself, to the mirror, to the futures No... I do not want this. To be insecure in my travels Without a break petal to insure my speed never outpaces my strive Knowing I can never truly stop to smell the roses, be they be my loves and my lives, my children Children never to play or sing, or tell stories Me never to tell them my stories No... I do not want this. To be lost in the world of information Static, unchanging in the wind Serene Without purpose, knowledge without power. The power to pursue. Lost in the endless library Words flowing uncomprehendingly. Throughout without catch. A fisherman without man or fish. No... I do not want this. To see my life flash by my eyes, too soon. Death stops too early for me. Ill health ends too late. Flattery fails to lighten me up, Just as wealth begins to take me down... Hoping now only works... Hoping for that final moment of respite That graduating will never endear. No... I do not want this. To bs alone, be together. Be apart, be as one. Be a thought amongst many, being an idea reverberating through a few. Be a shadow, a tyrant, a vampire, a beast. Becoming a Man for all seasons, celebrating Spring, braving through Winter, salivating Autumn, basking in Summer. Flailing in the delta, fighting for air. Breathing it in gets me high on life. Charting the course before steering the ship. Throwing that cap in the air as I throw it all towards an infinite future. Glittering lights dominate the sky... clouds remember my mind. The final lines, best I can find. Without jeopardy, without reward, wading into the churning bath of life. I have nowhere to look but ahead.