as genuine as a brown paper bag(please take a look its not great but look please)

Where do I go? and if i find out ..how will i get there?

Should i walk, run, crawl, perhaps i should fly..
Yes, like a bird , i will soar high above it all.
Far away from the clutch of the wants and needs that cloud the simplicity of my life, with complexity..
Sometimes I drift away I step out just for a moment ,,
I stop and i watch as the world around me losses no momentum..
Once in a while i will see those who race ahead..those who remain constant..
in their stride, and from time to time i will see a stragler , not unlike myself.
Sometimes they go so slow that i think that this time someone is going to stop with me, but they never do, or maybe if they do , i begin to go backwards instead..
Regardless it seems i am forever with no one..
LOoking back to a time before now, it didnt seem to be such a chore to be happy , looking deeper I realize that , perhaps the time before my happiness may have been as genuine as a brown paper bag...

 

"oh fetal perfection, how can you interpose between me and my happiness?"-Marcy Playground

 

i just want to realize when it is that i am satisfied rather it is i am satisfied with my life or my life being satisfying ...but honestly im content/satisfied with merely my imagination of satisfaction,,,

 

Who are you?

 

??
are you asking me...who i am?...as a rhetorical question ..or do you you want to know who i am like my name...im not sure....sorry if im rambling i just dont know how to take the question..honest

 

Asking 'Who are you?'

looking deeper...
before you had attributes...
beyond a name, likes, dislikes or features.

Your answer will provide a response
to your first question 'Where do I go?'
for how does an 'I' go without first knowing
who the 'I' is...

 

four yrs ago when i wrote this i had no idea who i was , who i had been , who i was to become. i felt i was standing still yet looking everywhere for myself...like i took a walk outside myself, to see if i could find myself, and when "I" got back before i found me no one told me to wait...it turned in to a cycle...i am no one ...i am everyone, everything , and nothing..i am the universe. i am within myself and all around myself..funny how you can never find something thats right in front of you..(no matter where you face)..

 

nice poem, capturing the seeker element, the searching every corner for something already possessed, looking into others methods attempting to find a formula.

that's the crux of it all, right there! once you really realise it, everything goes click

 

damn that kicked ass, I love you, let me have your babies

 

i shall think about it duck...lol

 

i shall think about it duck...lol..your babies would be smart