This is who you thought you were.
This is who you think I am.
The trouble with something
we don’t even understand.
So convinced on the surface,
but deep down,
down,
down,
you’re just so precious.
Only a whisper
in a moment
of a song.
Turns out you were no one
all along.
Someone becoming undone,
a puzzle with no picture,
or shape.
Who am I to be?
I never knew
until I grew
out of childish lies,
like my identity.
Something other
than what I was
and still not done.
I don’t even recognize
the picture
in the mirror.
What’s behind these eyes
is not what I imagined.
We are something
along the lines
of complex
biochemical beings,
touching the metaphysical,
and you think
you know yourself?
Who you are?
Or where you’re going?
It makes me laugh, a lot.
You can’t even decide
where you’re going today,
and you think
you going to manifest reality?
Just calm down
and be.
Set your sights
and see.
Opportunity
will come
and it will become obvious
that who you are
doesn’t really matter.
HG – 2020
