Forty-Two
Written September-20-2011

Although I paste on a mask
to join the faceless masses
Why am I shunned?

Although I yell over the silence
of the faceless, united crowd
Can you not hear me?

Although I beg, and pray, and cry
God never answers or lends a hand
Is he up there laughing?

Although I run 'round endless corners
Inside the maze of your creation
Where is the exit?

Although I wear your ring that binds me
More like a chain than anything else
How can I feel so free?

Although I sit through dull days
Endlessly dull and the same
What is the meaning?