Song of Myself, part 6 by Richard VincePeripheral vision is both a blessing and a curse:
I am aware of everything.
Sometimes, being at one with the world is
Overwhelming: I feel everything, sense
The movement of all the lives I am not living,
Hear all of the sounds until I wish to be deaf.
But I am at once integrated and detached,
Part of everything and separate from it.
My quest for a happy medium continues,
But all the while I fall through the fissure
Between yin and yang, trying to find
The grey between the black and white.
All of those other lives haunt me because
There is a nagging feeling that somewhere
Is another life I should be living,
Another world in which I should be moving,
Other love that I should be giving.
I fear that searching would be fruitless,
And so I find myself static, holding
Ever more tenuously to the something
That must surely be better than nothing.
03/08/2016 Author's Note: Title borrowed from, but content only very loosely inspired by, Walt Whitman. (Mine has far fewer parts than his.)
Posted on 05/02/2016 Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
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