We enter a state
to be good
at what we re meant to be.
We forget about the rest,
the socialite's playground,
isolating ourself & our possible brilliance,
saving ourselves from the world that eventually eats us.
No choice but to dance in form,
to play the game
& wait in line for the chance
to break out of a shell that contains our creative insides
for the benefit of others,
triggering our own destruction.