One such as I
Can no longer practice
Can no longer summon
The dark art of therapy
Pschotherapy whispers
In cowardly ways
Furtive and avoidant
My friends and my family
Seem sheep-like to me
Yet sheepish I follow
Even become one
Try hard to not run
Try hard not to ruin
The fabric of networks
Already straining at
Ties and at ropes
But I cannot remember
My old happy prattles
My silly sweet sounds
Once as much ken as
They too once were kin
My empathy‘s fled
As fast as my soul
Friends, family, ‘n‘ all
We all seem as strangers
As though they had died
And come back frkom the pale
Yet t‘was I who have left
I want this to matter
And mattered it once:
But now nevermore
I want to “Go Queen”
And sing a new song:
Nothing Really Matters
Anymore