A Question
What a good question,
How did I get here? You asked.
At the beginning, a straight path,
One second, one breath, at a time
in a haze, one step forward, at a time.
Sleep, eat, learn, grow-up, build a home,
Time, becoming unlimited in itself.
Many, new problems to solve, concrete and focused.
Hidden intersections, curving stairways,
And the horizon distancing my quest
Other people’s problems took over,
And years tolled by, gardens were planted,
lives were created, challenges completed.
Many, more tasks to accomplish for a wide spread reach.
Options, series of platforms, upwards and downwards,
little space to stand and listen to time passing,
my problem so irrelevant and intangible, out of focus,
more years passed, life divided by stages and phases,
lost in my translation, time held me incomplete.
Many, memories harassed me, looking for that key.
Here, I stand in front of this waterfall, You asked.
One second, one breath, at a time
in a haze, one step forward, with a key.
Sleep, eat, teach, work, dream a future,
Time, is unlimited in itself.
Many, new ideas, a role to play, concrete and focused.
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