Therefore I Am
Therefore I am,
Or so I think,
But what more is there,
Beyond the thoughts...the dreams...
The small winds of life that blow coldly
Against the walls of the citadel of my soul?
Onward...into the darkness,
Where life, and love, and patterns of remembrance
Chip silently but surely away at the past,
Leaving stray bits of wonderment and awe,
Which quiver and shake against the reality I live.
A product of my past, packaged neatly for the future,
Held fast within a body aged to imperfection
And blinded to the course which has been set before me,
Whose footsteps I follow to what end or what end I follow
Within my own...who could know...and what purpose would lie
Within the knowing?
Therefore I know,
So little about so much,
While still wondering about so much more.