idbailey23

Socrates once said,
"the unexamined life is not worth living".
and this resonates in my bones,
my very existence is a question.

why not explore,
question the very thing that molds me,
my experience is all but one,

Fated to lie dead,
not dead now,
while I walk I dream,
but why do I dream?

im fated to die,
but now I must live,
Dreams to reality,
life is Undefetable.

Doing what's wanted,
what I want to do,

In my Peaceful state of wondering,
of mind wondering and stirring,
Blissfully I wonder.

I wonder what the trees think,
how the squirrels spend alone time,
Why the birds sing like they do.

My beaming brain searching,

A ticket for one,
a ticket for two,
most nights I'm alone,
and others are new.

no matter the party,
no mater the size,
I know I'm alone,
with thoughts in disguise.

I like it this way,
more merry to me,

Some people want to race,
others to stop,
my brain is still spinning,
my body is not.

my eyes want the world,
my feet want the ground,
my fingers a blanket,
my ears some sound.

my transposed oppositions,

Our love isn't measured in maybes or possiblys,
our love isn't tracked by the moments of poverty,
our love is a fire that's smothered by rocks,
A long nosed hairy beast,
a Child with chalk.
our love can be anything,