The soloist

Going solo
is forever underhyped
its treatment is basically a crime.
You must undertand,

It’s not about the freedom
of wake time and work attire
or the urge to flee
from boredom and fake smiles.

It’s certainly not about being woke.
Fuck capitalism, sure, but fuck all the -isms, too.
Rage againts the machine
is grating to your spleen.

Glory ain’t it, either.
Say the dice rolls in your favor,
you’re (still) gonna be sore all over, fucked by the people.
You’re gonna be rich or you’re gonna be poor,
money’s never a loner’s cure.

No, it is just about this, really,
to be, simply, an individual,
to face the world as its equal,
to stand among men as a man of no master.

But above all, to conquer
the terror of giving you
a soul without agenda,
of loving you
as a self untitled.