Walking the Line

I try to catch this word-hunger,
amidst the not so serene desires,
the worldly rage that doesn’t fit,
the thoughts that never cease,
the place i lost myself to,
was never where i wanted to go.

To hide from the intuition, yet bare my soul to the possibilities…
of never being this,
of never being more,
of being convicted to dreams that are all too real.
Retrograde has no meaning…

My mind is riveted on the future, stuck in a chronic rushing,
somewhat a time urgency,
Chasing after tomorrow,
Searching for answers to questions that hang in mid air…
Answers not penned down in books or in stories of others…
‘Its Your life, you write your own story’… or so i thought…
Then again life has a funny way of creeping up on me and saying
‘i gotcha’
when i least expect it.

Where does one begin to ponder the reality of experience,
unheard and unseen by others?
Walking the line ,
i find my space on the border of
truth
versus experience
versus the hidden secrets of being.