Explain To Me

Upon these half-empty seats And coffee-warmed retreats Where morning birds chirp And smaller ones tweet Like the mere shadow floating ‘Neath my two own feet I float in this inconceivable time, In poetic-like conceits… Oh! How quickly I have grown Within myself I observe, as if Jotting these observations upon Third-person narrated sheets I comprehend not even this rhyme Abstractly absorbed into a world I cannot deem concrete Explain to me what it means to be Layered by this raw flesh and meat How do I begin to fathom the tacit meanings Of the world’s happenings and feats? Not so long ago a child Now awaiting the moments When it is time for youth to fleet Recollection like these changing seasons Of fallen leaves and sleet Time like the turning of pages Of these memory-filled sheets I sometimes feel liberated From all these earthly deceits… Explain to me what it means to be Layered by this raw flesh and meat