Our Own Fools

When did my heart become the enemy ? when my own flesh the feast of fools ?

when did I stop defending my own

and sell myself - to (ridicule ?)

why must I have outside approval ?

my own opinion, holds no weight

what is it, begs me for renewal ?

needs you to nod and VaLiDaTe

Unrecognizable, my own face

my very tongue, an alien

valued, weighed, measured and replaced

gold traded for titanium

the flower blooms and waves keep crashing

wonder and awe, don’t change a thing

the wind will blow, and tiny bird sing

a path, nothing, if I don’t go

we all have voices to tell a story

the one you tell, different from mine

but tell it still, without approval

no- one but you, those thoughts define