A drunk poem

So 

When did this become the plan for my life?

When I said

I'd walk my own path

I didn’t know I meant

Alone

When I said I'd walk the path of integrity,

Be true to myself,

Come what may

Somehow

I thought there'd be another

Who'd walk it with me.

Not this, half drunk

Aloneness

In the middle of the night.

This surreal moment of pinpoint awareness

Shared with none.

But I'd still rather my life than theirs.

Those ones who gave up their

Bright crystal beauty and selfness

To be … what?

A shadow of what they were given

In that moment when they chose birth,

To come again?

Was that what they chose?

To live an eroded life.

Rounding off the rough corners 

Of their given beauty.

Not to pulse in the darkness

An explosion of glory

A green shoot of life

That knows its way

To the light.