Always

Quick poem, inspired.

Always fleeting through the fog of memories lost.

Often finding, never mine, but only for a moment.

More often than not, a vision of someone else's dream,

picked up, examined and envisioned. Not Mine.

Could be

would have been

if only, surround me.

Always lurching forward with quiet desperation.

The disciplined relaxation of mind,

the gurgle of the soul before it shuts down.

Ambition, pride, and arrogance

protection for my soul. Not Myself.

I am

It is finished 

So be it, surround me.

Always meditating, finite mind, infinite wisdom.

I am already

Author's Note

Relentless brutality please! :)