Over the bridge is where I split in two,
Above the road, away from you.
Away from me, and away from my thoughts
They swirl around but then get lost.
On the pavement I had them lined up in a row
All my beliefs about how life should go
This thirty-sixth year they all blew away
Nothing I can do makes things any other way.
My life continues to morph to another shape
From the one I had before
Its the one I'm supposed to be living I imagine.
Knowing this doesn't make it any easier, but it could.
When I try to control my thoughts,
it's easier to accept that I don't have control,
Over anything, really.
I just have this soul.
Carrying me over the road
Someone else's route?
I think about karma, it's unbending rules
And wonder exactly what did I do
The examined life, I know I chose it all
Knowing this doesn't make it any easier, but it should.
From another poem, Later got older
But I don't see the future,
In a way that makes me afraid.
Because fear of life never got anyone anywhere.
This thirty-seventh year is looking at me curiously
Telling me I wanted to be here, despite my desire to crawl back in time
And fix things to what I think they could be or should be.
I can't do that.
I have to live my life forward.
Knowing this doesn't make it any easier, but it will.