how do i feel?
what a question to ask me
at this late lonely hour
i may have had a glimpse into
this looking glass quite dour
i feel ancient like a stone
or like the calm of midnight sea
young as the morning sun
looking down in curiosity
sleepy like a child with heavy eyelids
listening to the last lullaby
aware of everything around me
it’s the complexities i spy
in love with the future
whatever it may be
resentful to the nature
of the favors you ask of me
happy to be your pool of light
your own personal shining sun
determined to make you run in fright
with all the terrible things i have done
or thought about doing
had the opportunity arose
for i let go every chance i had
to step upon your toes
and now it’s time for me to tell you goodbye
i feel the need to rest
without you i’ll feel okay
but wonderful at best