Who I am

Who I am? I don’t always have an answer to that question. All I know is that at times there’s a lot of mumbling in my head. And I can’t figure out who on God’s planet earth is speaking and what is actually being said. 

Some days I thirst and hunger for achievement, as if that is what I need in stead of a breath. And now and then. Though very rarely, do I come across a silence. That surrenders ages and constellations to speak. Not knowing where it cometh from, nor where it descends….I pray for peace with an empty timetable in my hands. 

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None of your business

It is none of your business
That I think about you all the time
That my heart wakes me up
In the middle of the night
To think about
The dreams I have of you
That I try not to look
When I drive past your house

It is none of your business

It is not your problem
That I wonder
And wonder
And wonder
About you
About where you are
And where you have been
And if I will ever find you again

In fact
It is not a problem
It is a consuming pass-time
To dream up
Who you might have become
What your heart is like
And whether you have very deep thoughts

What your business is
I do not know

But my business is
That I am setting myself up
For heartbreak
When you get the next hand to hold
That will not be mine
Because I am not making all of this, my business, your business