Living
an idea,
the idea
expressed
through me.

Getting
lost in thought,
wrapping
my head
around this,
around that.
Finding out what
can and cannot be.

Pushed
into a dream,
a world full,
twisting,
turning
winding,
pulling.

Expanding
lungs
finding
a voice.

Crawling
walking,
talking.
All the while
discovering
this matter
of choice.

In the
twilight,
fragile bones,
dwindling
tones,
blue grey shading,
the last breath saying,
I'll be coming home.