Do you synthesize your anger,
do you cauterize the burn
Do you anesthetize the wonder,
when your dreams are drugged and scorned
Is your judgment tempered badly,
with emotion fiery hot
Is your vision colored madly,
by your choices—sold and bought
Does your music play reclusive,
do your words fall off the page
Does reason kill your last excuse,
—that one mask you can’t explain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)