Shift

If I can’t tell whether I’m you or me Then maybe we were always just one whole This one thing that was never me at all, unless I’m wedded to the whole wide world and that is what it means to be me.

My mind revs up full speed at intersections

And every day is from a different life design

No continuity, no breaks, no preset lines

As if I’m thrust into the heart of Time

With arrows going out in all directions.

It could be good this unfamiliar realm

This odd ‘here’ that I poke and pokes me back

That is impossible to be, and yet it’s not

Where one can’t tell reality from thought

Or fantasy from time.

If I can’t tell whether I’m you or me

Then maybe we were always just one whole

This one thing that was never me at all, 

unless I’m wedded to the whole wide world 

and that is what it means for me to be.

I’m different and the same, dead and alive

And old components of my life feel off

Like they’ve been placed by strangers on my path

But they’re not me, they’re not what I’m about,

And I can only tell what I am not.

I love the freedom to express my thought

Without the duty to explain its craft

Which makes no sense, defies logical paths

But when the walks of life appear so tight

It’s easy to forget that they are not.

While I was slow to grasp the rhythm I tuned in

My life as always took me to the mat

And I’m not sure when changes came about

Or, mercy me, if I was born like that

But it can tell that I’m no longer human.