My Known

wind... flush my body so heavily that I may feel the slight push of small thin hands as if paper walls were chasing me with unwritten thoughts of my own motivation that i have forgotten when i was o so young motivating thoughts as is they where clouds in the sky that would gladly beckon at my call and wallow the ground with me for moments just to send me skyward and filled with more anticipation than i thought i could imagine back then... O but how age has come to deceive me out look of life my wondrous, righteous, questioning, out look of life... Is that it? Is there nothing more of mystery for me to explore? Was there once a heart pounding hysterically at the wickedness that were my non genius plans but they where mine and full of destructive tools that could create an empire for me to stand upon. but... is that what happens when you get that unsuspected knock on the door? that knowing but, unwanted, knock on the door the one that the high to eye but low in the mind speak about knock on the door... No I shall not give in to these calls of chains that must be worn because of lost youth, gone want, fleeting self assurance may many not look me weary for I smile at my not so many while they starve to fill there unknown