Days when I truly feel like I’m losing it,

and wonder if words

can describe the moment.

Is it spoken word

when all it says is hello.

Can’t figure out the past

yet I hang on

with my every fiber

as a reminder,

this is the travel I took,

I mean explored over time.

As I stand here

I raise the question

are we all like …

Seems we are driven by some

inner energy wanting

it all be the same, because

we’re more comfortable that way.

Being the same, I mean,

I already said that.