Moth at Dawn

Roles flutter. One day,
You’re the perp. One day,
You’re the judge. One day,
You’re helpless, the next
You’ve been put in charge.

For each one of you,
This stays true. Some roles
Last longer. Some lives
Have fewer or more
Wildly diverse roles.

All your roles spin you,
But those roles aren’t you.
You want some to be,
But you can’t keep them
All of the time. You

Waver between roles.
What are you doing?
What is your life for
If not this or that?
It’s not this or that.

You could tell you that.
A moth at the pane
Is frantic at dawn.
Drawn to the drapes, drawn
To the light. Calm down.