I lived in it, like a pig in its pen. Reveling because I never knew when. 

Realizing now that I am not my own, but pieces of others grafted to my bone.

I see the kaleidoscope shimmer and change, allowing my fingers to relax on the reigns. 

Unsure and uncertain is how I ride, wondering what will grow from the inside. 

The fire still burns furious and bright but is only a flicker in the darkness of the night. 

It all makes me weary as it does you but what are our options but to keep moving through. 

One step forward because there is no back, one step forward on or off the track.