I wanted
to be nothing
but I sat still
too long
I began
accumulating
perpectives
habits
and observations
I became something
just waiting
to be
anything
like one word
leads to another
I was
I am and
will be
here and now
one and many
I will
continue on
to whatever is next
knowing
you can escape birth
when you are born
and death
by dying
and yet
I cannot escape
myself
You always bring it up a level at the end. How many of us have tried to escape ourselves in drugs, alcohol, sex, food? But we're always looking back from the mirror the next day, still here. Dani ddh77
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