I was there Beneath it all Stubbing my nose Catching my eyes On the most soulful of gifts
There was a promenade Then music A chef in a tall white hat Shouting at the top of his lungs As cracked eggs Desperately tried To reimagine themselves As whole again.
They did not wish to change.
I am a poem And I am nothing
I am a man And I am nothing
I am a before Yet to embark On an after
Could this be it?
I think of What could have been If I had done this If I had done that And switch Paralyzed.
The horizon Fades at dusk
And is reimagined At dawn
How I wish I were content To be ok With such a simple