Not Me

IT ISN ‘t ME It is not four score years that I exist Though calendar and records say it’s so And I do not comprise this mortal coil Though it may seem to many and to me Some say we live one life then candle fades Or having sat the test must pay the price To then exist in bliss or endless pain A curse at least of tedium sans end I’ll not be limited by tyrant time Though substance of this form may tell me so The infinite unchains us from this frame Releasing untold lives: were and will be Imagine all the stories we might tell Inscribed or dramatized for our delight Adventures and great games to focus mind And give us purpose to participate Yes I in here-and-now am what you see But will not be this for eternity 17 August 2019