A very frequent conversation,between me and myself…me asking questions,myself answering them.
No choice but to accept and face up the truth….
Here is one such conversation,questions by "I" and answers by me…
Me says (quite agitated)…
No! I shout and shatter the panes,
Yes! I am tired of these deigning mind games.
No! I am not Keating and aloud I shout ,
Maybe ! But you no Roark either ,somebody says,but have I lost the bout?
"I" smiles and asks…
Hey! Why this sudden enlightment and confusion?
Well! Your life was rolling smooth right,sans dilema,sans vision.
Then! How come from this state of being comfortably numb,
You! Realize that something was wrong,,missing from the total sum.
And! Suddenly,you want to break out of this life sucking Rooster Coop,
Away! Break away from sinecured drudgery and break out of this loop.
Can't! You say you cannot breath and you gasp,
Alas! Wedged between your versions caught in filth and one on the altar,steadfast.
And Me with a riposte again…
No! I will escape the Rooster Coop,I claim and say,
Will! Make some space,bend,adjust,sneak out furtively,and onto the runway,
Up! And far from the squalor and this excruciating pain,
("I" intervenes,apparently he can't tolerate fibs)
Is that so! Forget it! I hear somebody exclaim .
(And now "I" is really miffed at Me)
Hey you! Can't lie to me,nor can you hide or con,
Probably! Can put up an act in front of others,those Tooheys and Francons.
Because! You know,the coop won't be sneaked out from,
It! Has to be shattered,climbed out of,like a storm.
(Me acknowledges the truth…)
And! I laugh aloud,exalted and filled with strange power,
Darn! All this while I was looking for the key,but the door was open ajar.
Yes! I know I have to break out and not crawl out in parts,
As! I am the Galt,though a part of me still conquered by Keatings and Taggarts.
But! Guilt won't be a part of my "I" anymore,
I am,I think,I will and one day,I shall rise high and soar.
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