Very little
Not enough

Each speck
Of thought

Is
Forgotten

To conjure
Is to reveal
One's mind
In steal

I take
From myself
But
Myself
Is someone else

Here I am
Shaking hands
There I was
At the door
If I am
And I was
Am I obligated
To be

Furthermore

Tell me, why?

For what or for whom?

Creation is by
One ring a shackle
By another

An heirloom.

So much
Yet
Not enough

I press
The same
Dirt
From the same
Foot

The ocean does not know my name but,
I still love it
I still respect and fear it
I still feel as if

I know it

Like they did
Like they all did

I wish
I could just
Say hello,

How's the weather today?

Not bad.

How about you?