I feel of such a burden.
I would not like to impose.
Two different teams:
Oil above water.

What has been drawn,
Has been drawn,
Forever to be set in stone.
I am no Arthur;
I cannot just simply,
Pull the sword out of the boulder.

So,
Secret spies allow me to crawl
Along the path of broken glass;
My clean knees,
A running, rusty faucet.

Back in high school,
A new field.
Time to fit in:
Go undercover….

Act as they do,
Do as they do,
Talk as they do.
You are now one of them.
It comes so naturally,
As if you feel you’re already one.

I return to my tent,
Medal of Honor on my chest.
Described,
“Pet.”