Ideal

O damn thee, Plato!
You have ruined me
instilled me with
apathetic fear

never wanting to ruin
never wishing to taint
the thought that I had
whichever it is

unwilling to leave
unwilling to go
I don't want to find out
I don't want to know

and damn this interweb
a spiraling face inside my head
but one quick type
will set it right

and smooth the ripples
of purest thought
reflecting harsh ugly
blinding underminding Truth

no longer any leeway,
no chance, no room
no opportunity to feel

O praise and curse
the death of this ideal!