Am I losing my perspective or refreshing all I've known?
I've got a whole new yarn skein* to knit in my spare time
Whenever I should want to or not if so inclined
Is it unlimited potential or a V in which geese fly
Tangled messes elsewhere which I avoid or shed
Stories that I hear of or articles I've read
I can pick my definition or wake up and seize the day
For nothing and surely no one is even in my way
The stories that we tell ourselves are darkened fairy tales
Am I starting over or succeeding thinly veiled
Do I get more seasons and more days of every week
Than anyone I know of or to anyone with whom I speak?
Do I have more freedom than anyone I know?
Do I see more everywhere than others' routines hold?
Would a mirrored image of my life seen from a neutral point
Look even more ideal than a portrait I could paint?
Who is looking through my eyes and feeling through my heart?
A point of consciousness high enough to lighten all the dark.
-sELF
*skein
- a length of thread or yarn, loosely coiled and knotted.
- a tangled or complicated arrangement, state, or situation.
- a flock of wild geese or swans in flight, typically in a V-shaped formation.
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