The Question

I know the answer to this question,
But I don’t think the question knows the answers about me.
What is my nature beyond the words used to speak my name?
What is the meaning beyond the sounds used to describe me?
What is the reason that I fail?

Nievity

I can’t seem to think inside the box.
I can’t live within a square.
I can’t become something I’m not, someone who always has an A+.
I can’t live for a world that would have me for someone I’m not.
I will not live to be controlled.

They tell me to make a choice to prepare for what’s to come.
How do they know what is to come they are not prophets.
They have no say in my life. I do control my own destiny.
And when the time comes I will shine like no other.

I am told that I must choose what I will become.
Well there is no major or school for what I want to do.
I will save the world.

665

A hastily scribbled message,
When in the course of the day,
A fear overtakes me,
A fear I know well.

So I grab my pen,
And scribble a note on my hand,
It’s meaning,
I assure myself,
Will be clear when I look back.

Then at the end of the long day,
I return at last to my home,
Sit down in my chair,
And breath freely at last.

Then I look down at my hand,
For no reason that I can say,
And see my hastily scrawled note,
I stop,
It’s meaning escapes me.

What was I thinking,
When I wrote this down,
Lost to time,
Lost to space.

I thought for sure I would know,
Even at my lowest,
I am me,
And I know me.

But there it sits,
Meaningless art,
A code without a cypher,
A person without a place.

I Cried Today

I cried today,  

Though I don’t know why,  

Maybe there’s some sadness floating around in the air, 

I am allergic.  

 

Maybe someone died who didn’t have a family, 

Or one that cared anyways,  

I would gladly morn for all those who will, 

Not be missed.  

 

Or maybe everyone else is sad,  

And I just caught it,  

The flu of tears,  

Contagious in the worst way.  

 

Either way,  

I cried today,  

And I don’t know why.