Finding, L.E.P Smith [good english books to read .txt] 📗

I sit here, alone once more
Staring towards that space in front. no inside

trying to get a sense of who I am
who I want to be.
The longer I am here,
the further the answer seems to be
what is my true name?
the person I am, will be, was
in my past?
Flashes of words, feelings pass
across my eyes, my mind
fleeting, fast, ungraspable.
I cannot catch these slippery
tendrils. I wait to see
If they will dry some, be touchable,
for me to get a grip
on my reality.
My thoughts race, even as
I am sitting here,
writing this. Many moments I
seem to pass by. I notice
as I contemplate the person I'm changing from.
I want many things,
this I do know
but procrastinate, hold back.
Watch the world go by.
My thoughts are spilling,
a black mark upon a page.
I don't even know who I used to be
let alone who I am now, or will be.
So I'll just sit here, till
I know. staring at the place inside
that I know my true name is
sleeping, waiting, anticipating
Me finding it at last.
Who am I? I guess it's something
you'll see
before me.

Publication Date: 03-02-2012

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