Perhaps I don’t really want to.
Perhaps I don’t really want to.
There is nothing
For you to see
Beneath the skin
By way of explanation
It is a wonder
There is any difference
In depth or designation
When, in all but name
We are one flesh
With everything
More or less the same
Except for blood type
A fine divergence
In microbiology
An elegant mix
Of chromosomes
To sugar the pot
But what do you see
In the blood and snot
Not a lot
How am I me
Not you
Where are my thoughts
And stored memories
The meaning I give
To this life
The transition
From inside to outside
Where is the seat
Of my soul
How heavy is my heart
On a sad day
If I am in two minds
Where are they
If I am a truth
Where is the way
Nothing binds me
To the bone
Perhaps I can fly
Leave this shell
This earthly hell
Astrally project
Escape from the inside
An existential domain
Too meaningless to scale
When it struggles
With its own
Definition of determination
How will I know
If I am here
Or there
Where I begin... end
If I am more
Or less.