To me -
I’ve been myself, I’ve become myself.
Getting there is a struggle prolonged.
I’ve been someone to myself,
For somedays I am all I’ve got.
A voice in me– My voice talking back to me.
On my worst days, its there to push me through,
Or sit me down–
On my happy days its there to cut me out,
Or take me flying–
On days that just pass by, it’s quiet.
I look for it. I am uninspired.
But when it glows! Oh! It takes me over–
I leap with no landing in sight!
I speak with no heart to please,
And I smile, eye to eye. Gleam!
Then I spring to conclusions, like a slinky down a stair
Forseeing my foresight. Just being sagacious.
Ofcourse I skip the last step, topple down. Who cares!
For the me that has lived and to the me that is to yet..
Somedays i just let go. Somedays i fall!
I hit the ground and crawl. Its just how me is.
But like a cat i am not easy to ger rid off.
I’m garfield every morning. The orange smug.
The ungrateful chuck, that keeps returning back–
The unconscious occupance of your sweet indulgence–
a three part cryptograph with your morning sip.
My charades are your entertainment.
In loops i keep slipping. You smiling.
Oh so pawky! I mean come on.. Its just me– trying.
