Not only do I sit with regret, I pity myself for it.
My regret is not worth the ache. I will tell you why.

Will I sing to the wide blue sky forever looking for the next tragic escape?
I answer profoundly yes, this is beauty and I will exist in it.
I will be that great bird flying over the winding river looking for its nest.
I will be the assertive salmon swimming up that river looking for cracks in the earth.
Not only will I be I, this self will be so much more.
Translucent, forever forgetful, without the ability to navigate the street walks, I describe.

Self taught without proper education is my contention.
But why do I lie?
Admired teachers all you have been even if I may have thought you a bit idiotic.
Though whom am I to criticize your actions and misgivings?
I am but a simple and feeble young man never to leave my lovely confines.
I could talk to you of politics from what I have seen
I could talk to you of the foods I have eaten or watched others eat.
I am gluttonous, I am greedy. I need and I want.
A hole forever being filled and I revel in that fact.

This may be all too much for myself, yet I continue to seek my reason for existence.
A second there a second here, turns into time which is my life.
I must live on that edge, forever testing my bonds.
I love these chains that hold and caress me to the valley oak.
I do not resent these bonds of attachment.
For if the keys were given I would return once more.
If not to the oak, it would be another wellspring of life.
I am not the eternal wanderer. I love the root and will always find another.

For as the seconds passed and life passes by I exist here to originate.