Who Do I Want to Be?
It’s been a while since I’ve asked myself this question
They waxy leaves green, once sweating with
The spring dew, have withered brown
And their brittle, little remains faintly sound
Under the slightest of weight
The eager sun that beacons the world awake
The crisp apple mornings of fall turned sharp
Striking hard
The cold wintry sky
Contrasting the buoyant sunrises of summer that
Tickled the blue sky pink
Teasing the day
The sunsets flirting with night
Everything now seems curt, stymied
Nature’s growth has stopped and it reflects
Not only in the leaves, but itself manifesting
In the rushed
The quicker
The quieter
The world seems like a hollow bowl
Where everything
Echoes
Reverberating back and forth and back and forth and
I think I’ve heard that before?
The echoes echo and I’ve lost the
Original thought.
Thoughts that were born from compulsive creation
Radical and daring
Nutrients to the soil of this nation
Seeping through
The smooth warm folds that crease
At both sides of our heads
The wrinkly little works of art
Absorbed — instead of echo
And if you were to detach them from your skull, and put them together -
They would form little hearts
That could listen
With love
It would be remiss to blame the weather
As the reason we now cover them with
Muffling muffs. Ear-cuffs.
No, the responsibility lies within us
And I, at times, catch myself shirking
As I enjoy a warm evening
Easily forgetting those who would be
Cold that night
Their plight
Shunned from natural rights
Pushed to the shadows — under the bridges
In the alleys
Where the sun seems to
Trip over and over and over again
But shadows are normal, right?
Consider yourself lucky to be whipped by
Next morning’s light
Quicker you walk the sooner
Truth are hidden from sight
Blurry eyed, blurry mind
Non-committed, and passive
You were there
Where was I?
Where was I?
Oh yea — Who do I want to be?
Don’t tell me wait
For what?
Wait until my time is up?
No, I’m alive
But I do want the courage to slow down
The wisdom to recognize
With ears that listen
And love that liberates
Denying the expensive walls of hate
To plant seeds of justice -
Loving each day
So they grow come May
Fiercely reaching for the light
To do what is right
To resist the winter of the mind
To resist the winter of the mind
