I Am Not A Number

The man behind the curtains
Comes to tell you life's uncertain
You answer you're unsure
Who is the owner of your chains

Perhaps it is a vital flaw
To see the cracks in walls and laws
But then you stand corrected
Until only life remains

Stillborn dreams of self-esteem
not once have they come true
Battered, chewed and spat
Bore this sinister anew

And teachers, tutors, mothers
Offer refuge to no others
They may portray as servants
But to children they are gods

We plucked them stars like puppeteers
Past eons yearned for war
No fortunes lie we live and die
And then we scream for more

Pandemics then, this hubris bore
But time won't tell the final score
I'll never finish first or last
Because I am not a number