IN A STATE OF CONSTANT FLUX

Toiling to leave a memory behind
Becoming, never being, till
Becoming is a being still

I was mothered when young;
And allowed myself to be smothered when I came of age.

I expose the duality of man;
Heroic and also infantile;
Both admirable and infuriating;
The thoroughly modern
and the hopelessly primitive;

The extraordinary range of interests I have;
A mercurial side that verges on the unpleasantness;
An ever urgent desire to make money;
While allowing myself to be pampered and financed by the folks.

The desire to be obsessive and successful in what I do;
I am a fanatical launcher of projects I rarely finish;
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive

A quick fire through my veins;
With sex and temperament and style;
All eloquence and balls and brains;
Heroic and also infantile.