I Think I'M Free, Therefore I Am
“If you're a storyteller, find a good story and tell it.” --Howard Hawks
There is a gulf between
“It was not meant to be”,
and
“It was not to be”.
Either way, predestination is implied,
and I eschew that false idea.
I think I'm free,
therefore I am,
because dreaming is better
than hallucinating with a fever.
The logic of it
is a thing to ponder,
with eyes looking inside the mind--
seeing double.
It is tragic that my donkey doesn't carry--
So here I sit astride a drunken hologram,
wasting away in this wasteland.
The phantom of a broken heart
hides behind a thin curtain.
It is the time of winter wood,
the opening and closing of gray files.
All I wanted were some
decent strawberries;
the ones at stores have a long shelf life
but no taste.
What I just said is not literally true;
I want more of everything.
But most days are just routine,
like cleaning the mirror
after brushing my teeth,
and putting on a fresh roll
of toilet paper.
Doesn't anyone wonder about
life in the universe?
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2016
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