If I could define myself,

then what would be left

except to live a life of

some boring rampage of

quiet disharmony.

I want so badly

to understand why

everyday

waking with my coffee

staring at the same slats

in manufactured windows

always wondering

what part of this is me

and what have I borrowed instead?

Seems I’m on a journey

I hear we all take

throughout different periods of our lives.

This one for me,

I could use a break,

maybe a simple analogy

help me get through another day.