And The Becoming

I was not trying to build a castle either in the air or on a sea-shore. Still wind and wave challenged my efforts. I wasn't trying to either hide my gold or run away with someone else’s. Still I was being chased and hunted. I was in no mood to either sing or dance on your tune. Still you made me swirl and scream in a whirlpool. I was just trying to do what I want to do. But I was questioned for daring not to do what I am expected to do.

Sailing through the waves, in the fabric of imagination. Keeping my eyes wide open, in the cave dark and silent. Waking each morning, in the world so mundane. Still trying to mark my absence in this void full of nothingness.