poems written on the fly

bumbling be

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 27 April 2007 at 2:57 am

Five years ago …
ten years from now …
where was,
or will, I be

Will I be?

Asked again and again
what did I want to be

If only I could figure out
what that me was supposed to be that wanted to be
or even just be

Free?

But from what
or of what
dare I say,
I know not

(D. James)

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