If being passed over inimitably declaims you’re the
has-been you couldn’t believe you’ve been seeing
gilded in th' mirror of destiny, take a hint - it is you;
although the truth is still a long way away from the
reality you’ve already learned t' live comfortably in,
it isn’t th’ role you assumed you’d been selected t’
play - given the rest of the cast has yet to come to
terms with & redress their stereotypic characters
But you’re already streets ahead of ‘em around th’
corner into freedom blessed with that anomie they
couldn’t see or contemplate as shaping the plot; &
it isn’t theirs whether they like it or not - so you are
free - and your choice is t’ be whomever you want,
so I’ll take the passover role its lent for my sanity
© 21 September 2017, I. D. Carswell
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