Metamorphosis

Cure for cancer
I took the high road and it still led me here
With a cross to bear
Unlike animals guided by instinct
The concept of freedom and choice
Makes sense of absurd purpose

Metamorphosis
The same paranoid awareness of
Shifting balances
There's no comedy left divine
Only left to be burned unread

Enclosed in my own four walls
I found myself as an immigrant
Imprisoned in a foreign country
I saw my family as strange aliens
Whose foreign customs, rites, and very language defied comprehension
Though I did not want to
They forced me to participate in their bizarre rituals
I could not resist

Earmark of self-reflecting fiction
Spiritual poverty
A story that evolved as a true birth
Covered in filth
Earmark of self-reflecting fiction
Spiritual poverty
A story that evolved as a true birth
Covered in filth
Earmark of self-reflecting fiction
Spiritual poverty
A story that evolved as a true birth
Covered in filth

I took the high road and it still led me here