What would I do without fear?
If I didn’t have an ounce of it.
If bullets bounced off me,
And my mind was quick like coffee
Could anyone stop me?
What if I didn’t fear your face?
What if I didn’t fear this place?
What if?
What if I scaled the highest cliff?
What would it take to do that?
What if I could use this gift to uplift
And lift myself up, not build a wall
But make a bridge, for the less fortunate.
What if I wasn’t such a fuck up?
What if my shoes weren’t stuck to the mud?
All these questions, with only one answer.
It’s a Brave New World Aldous.
All of us just got off the bus, and I am not
The only robot among us.
Maybe this alien, with pen in hand,
Could find a mission, and make a landing.
Maybe I could take away the programming
And the loosely translated, and wish it all away,
Say, hey, it will be OK.
That’s OK.
Not today.
Not today.
I will try and find my bravery.
End the mental slavery, emancipate my brain waves.
Understand the cerebellum, the severed synapses,
The frontal lobe, and those missed chances
And uncomfortable advances.
The avalanche of doubt that comes in and comes out.
Like a whirlwind indigo blue,
You think you know me.
You think you do.
I don’t like me. I have to learn to love me.
Govern my own colony.
Cause its you and me
And the illness makes three.
And everyone else is going
to have to wait.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His new book is Train of Thought.