The Alter

oh recourse
our nature is a force
so, cut it at the source
and go
a life without remorse

i'll obey
though i am afraid
of what it is to be alone
awake
and happiest at play

i'm all smiles
confident and wild
wired with every instrument
control
and careless all the while

until i recall
everything and all
is wrong
panic is a slow
dissolve
a terror quiet calm