Life Pattern

Oh what's it like to be born, to be thrown In a world, in a town, in a home Where your freedom must be bought Your voice is just a note Oh where your school and your friends Have this pattern of defence And your thoughts and your sense Utterly conforms to theirs Your voice just can't be heard It's been so long, I'm in my hideout My only safe place, this state of being When birth and death are the only things That really happen my own way I heard a Fly buzz - when I died The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air Between the Heaves of Storm (The Eyes around - had wrung them dry And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset - when the King Be witnessed - in the Room I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portion of me be Assignable - and then it was There interposed a Fly With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz Between the light - and me) Oh in this world, we're all born alone And follow the current Oh in this world, fear becomes our home A devoted parent Oh what's it like to be born, to be thrown In a world, in a town, in a home Where your freedom must be bought Your voice is just a note Oh where your school and your friends Have this pattern of defence And your thoughts and your sense Utterly conforms to theirs Your voice just can't be heard