Perception

It's a terrible thing, when you identify

with Austin Powers. But I've never 

seen the point in denial. Dishonesty. 

Lying to yourself is the most foolish

of deceptions. I've lost my mojo. 

I don't know where it went, or how

to get it back, but it isn't within me.

That spark. That fire. The devilishness,

the joy in the game. Teasing. Taunting.

Playing and prancing and performing.

Gone. The brat in my soul reduced

to ashes. I'm quiescent, or maybe

crushed. I don't know. I don't know 

where I've gone, or how to find me.