Master

Master of my fears.
Lie.
Slave to my fears
I serve most days to oblige.
Honesty begins to drip out under a Hemmingway intoxication
on a poor woman's vacation.
Obligatory has finally found it's spot with purgatory
Slipping further into the slave role I was never meant to play. Converting a critic becomes my pass time and playing the Jovah Witness to a bar crowd...my forte!
I bypass any exit sign as I internally validate swiftly and sharply into the burrows of what I tell myself is a righteous way of life.The excuses and the constant rationale of it all grows limp inside of me. Admiration for the world of no excuses takes over my drivers seat at excelling speeds. The rationale of living dissipates.