posted January 29, 2002 11:52 PM
ALL THESE THINGSWhat am I doing here?
Who is listening?
What's with all the noise? And why is it so quiet?
Why are my perceptions constantly changing?
Am I myself? Am I the blackness in which I currently reside?
Am I the floor? The chair? The wall?
I have been all these things, and now I am a rock.
Wait! I'm looking down! Do rocks look down?
I must have switched again.
It's hard to keep my place, living amongst all the confusion
I don't know who I am anymore.
Do I live my life in denial?
Am I happy? Am I sad? I have been all these things.
Do I soar like an eagle?
Do I crawl like a lizard?
Do I sprout like a plant?
Do I sneak like a snake?
Is anybody listening? I have been all these things.
I am God...the loneliest of all.
Oded Aronson