The Lightness
You caught me red-handed.
You had me thinking
I did something wrong.
But I was high
on this unbearable lightness
even before the first puff.
Stop looking
at me like I'm tainted,
you're just as confused as I am.
I have better questions
now that I'm not afraid to ask them...
That's the benefit.
That's the danger.
I can admit to myself
that I'm a stranger,
no more able to predict
the way things will change me,
move me,
than there exists a capability to hunt
down every ripple
of every action I took.
Not a single one
holds the certainty that it won't grow bitter
somewhere near or far along the chain,
in any direction, like the river
flowing into an ocean.
A spider web, a collision
of all the forces of nature.
How can I know which ones to avoid
when even the worst of things
can leave me better
in the end?
Reality moves beneath our feet
without us leading,
our sentiments a stranger,
or a combination
to another door wide open.
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