March 9, 2000: The blame game
I would like to return to that origin of thought—to let go of my personal dreams and aspirations, so that I may concentrate on something I don’t see. I question not the wind—yet I am to place blame somewhere. I question not this loneliness—yet I am to place blame somewhere. I shall accuse each step, my words sharp as razors. I shall take a branding iron and force its scars deep into my heart, face and memory. I shall sit alone in pity—no friends nearby. I question not the hand I hold—yet I am to place blame somewhere. I am not sorry. My apology should never be accepted. Tears I cannot cry—I’m a man trained to be strong, caring, giving and filled with character. I question not my creator—yet I am to place blame somewhere.