A Question of Distance.
There's a very distant part of myself
that is looking at me
He's a distorted caricature of who I was
He doesn't make the smart choice
But he is lead by the heart.
I don't miss him.
When I see him from where I am now
I think about his naivety
His unwillingness to compromise
His inability to stay quiet
and I think
"What exactly did you deserve?"
The truth is he doesn't know much.
Respect is earned
but he's far too lazy to earn it
Love is procured slowly
but he's far to impatient to deserve it
Anger is a path best softly tread
but he's too eager to avoid it
And then I think how I must look to him?
Am I that man who I wanted to be?
Do I still let my heart run away with me?
Do I merely pretend to be someone I'm not
Or have I become what I've had to become?
Did the distant past effect me so much that
I am now just a speck on the horizon?
Or did I find my way, properly
to the end game,
The place where what I am
and who I am
and why I am
have interwoven into
where I am now?
There are no answers
I'm too far away to answer to myself,
But to those around me
Do I appear wise
For simply understanding that
the steps I took to get as far away
from who I was
to who I am
Were cleverly placed
Without me even noticing?
No answers. But a connection
Past to Present.
And when I look back upon myself
In the years to come,
Will I feel the same again
Looking back at who I am now?