Monday, April 9, 2012

NaPoWriMo Day 9


Am I me
Or someone other?
Do I feel
Like just another?

What’s inside
My little brain?
Can I be
Myself again?

Every me
Is somehow different
As time grows even
More inconsiderate.

Sometimes I wish
For younger me’s
Or smarter me’s
That ignore the trees

In favor of forest.
But hindsight’s king
Over past lives
And future things.

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