Taking Form

Laying on my back, 

Watching the ceiling

Was it the tune through the headphones

The speckle of ceiling tiles shaped 

In just the right way?

I couldn’t tell you how it started

This always happens

Changing again

Or remembering 

Why is it so easy for me

To forget who I am? 

Like water, it’s true

I am easily swayed

Pulled in every direction 

Because the grass is always greener 

On every horizon I gaze upon

I loose myself 

In the contant images

Of blinding advertisments

Stretched across skyrises 

Long, mind-numbing 

Plane rides, 

I’ve sat, and asked myself 

“Why did I want to go so far away?”

I’ve peered out 

From tiny windows

And thought

Why did I want to go so far away?

I walk to the edges

To discover the limits 

Of my being

Seemingly shapeless

I can fit into anything 

I could go anywhere

But I do have shape

Pulled through rapids 

My life is this ongoing rhythm 

Of forgetting and remembering 

Who I am