jammns

Put identity on a shelf

And reflect on who you were

Would you choose the same all over again

Is it still the one you are?

Whatever choice that it made it so

Are you so convinced ”twas yours?

Nature or nurture

The past and the future

Always so dear to your heart

Do people receive what they’re given?

Are we living alone with our selves?

Still seems like, to me, when you get to the bottom of life we are what we feel and we think and we love and repeat and we sow and we reap and plant and harvest and become and forget and bloom and rot and live, die; love, lie; question, reply; get in the car then get hit by the truck ; blow up a building then reveal we’re unloved: stay in the painful fire of the hatred we feel…. and read!