learning "to be"

 it feels like a pain

thatll eventually go away

knowing id heal,

i mutter quiet i know,

do i know,

it feels like stepping out the door

 in wonder

of a beautiful day,

i sense some inner truth

only i can know

supposed to be being

i guess, this way of life

of existence. How do

i, i am, i speak and consider

the following:

the blood does flow

i course, on, on my way,

in some instant wrapped

around destiny and choice

the wind just blows

it feels like ill have

it feels like that, so true but vague.

and then when it happens,

the perspective fades, dissolves, decay.