You are nothing if not everything to me.
The desert has been my home too long,
perhaps I have been drinking sand.
I refuse to stand alone,
I alone, refuse to stand.
Conforming was never my game.
Decisions. Consequences.
The depth of darkness, measurable only in the light.
Indefinable shadows, silhouette my minds wall.
Never allow choice to overpower truth.
Am I chasing the wind, or does it carry me?
If not everything, then I am nothing.
-J.G.Smith (05/25/05)
1 comment:
It's official: this is my favourite poem you've written. It really got me.
Brilliant opening line . . . and I love how you bring it back round at the end. I'd change "conformality" to just "conforming was never my game" but I love this poem!!
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