Shoes

Am I who I was born to be
After all that was done for me
Is it plain for all to see
Do I ask questions
And exclaim
I’m not talking about me.

Do I do tasks with great endeavour
And live with no meaning forever
Do I think and be so clever,
But never really contemplate,
Am I damned to this fate?
To be what I most hate.

Am I who I was made to be
Do I feel the pain
And tell for all to see,
Will all my dreams fade
And all is left is me.

Poison soaked into a sponge
I, the omnipotent judge and jury
I wreak my havoc and my fury
But I am different
The exception to the law
My will not to be bent
No matter what you saw.

Will I look,
But never really see at all
Make my gains by fair or by crook
And lose it all again,
And the blame never mine at all
But I will take the final fall.
 
Will I talk
But never really speak
Walk and walk
Yet never to reach the peak.

But after all would I be me
Or would I be he
The man who never quite could,
But I will be me
And do as I should
And say that is not what I meant at all.

Author's Note

Open to suggestions and interpretations.

Reviews

[Michael X]

you have a great way with flow, this reminds me of a self reflection before
an internal enlightenement on life itself, following into the grove
smoothed by experience of both positive and negative forces warring,
in a constant state of reality, imo. you did an awsome job on this

[zombiikillah666]

nicely written
flows well.
rhymes good.
great job.

[James Watts]

I think this was a lovely poem. I do a lot of reflective thinking myself.