(note: the originating items, written by another, are italicized. the scrytch’d component follows. when it is a complete re-writing, it is presented sans formatting.)
the passengers on my bus,
want me to do more
to be anxious
to do more
to be everything
i want to be
to be everything
to everyone
to accept
no limits
to be
peaceful and
free
while i’m at it.
the passengers through my life,
want me to be less
to be what they refuse
to be superhuman
to be everything
they want me to be
to be everything
to everyone
to accept
no limits
to be
subservient and
humble
while i’m at it
the letters on the page,
want me to die
to be nothing and no one
to be a nightmare dispersed
to be nothing
except the blamed
to be nothing
to anyone
to accept
all limits
to be
forsaken and
lost
while i’m at it
the barbed wire fence,
wants me to bleed
to empty and be hollow
to be helpless and unable
to be shut out
forever and ever amen
to be shut out
access denied
to accept
its rusted hate
to be
rebuffed and
shunned
standing at it
the passengers on your bus
want the same as you, as me
simply to be
and be free in it
the reflection in the mirror,
wants me to be more
to be what hides in my eyes
to be what sings in my heart
to be everything
i want to be
to be everything
to everyone
to accept
no limits
to be
peaceful and
free
while i’m at it