Me and I
I turn to look at my reflection
But I don’t know who you are,
I’ve lived years with this person
And we’ve come along so far,
But the bouts of introspection
Always end similarly, I
Could look in the mirror forever,
Yet that me’s nowhere to see
Maybe it’s all for a reason
Something to work for, attain,
But throughout, season by season,
Sometimes it all feels in vain
Despite the dissatisfaction,
This much I will self, concede,
I may not have all that I want
But I do have what I need.
And gazing past place and creed,
I can reconcile with this, that
Judging just by manner, method,
I have done nothing amiss.
As long as I can sleep at night
Don’t have to look like a gem
As long as I trust character,
I think I’ll like who I am.
If there was something in my life that I could change, or erase forever, hmm. That’s a tough one. It’s not that nothing springs to mind. On the contrary, there’s an immediete jumble of lemming memories rushing to jump off into oblivion. The conundrum is, do I really want to cut any part of my life out?
I mean, we’ve spoken about this before. Good or bad, all parts of you make you the ‘you’ you are. Personally, the whole roundabout paradox makes my head spin. If I erase a part of my memories, then I’m essentially removing an incident and it’s influence on who I am today. And in that case, who’s to say I would still choose the same way?
It’s not all a Big Bang Theory-esque thought process. Probably, once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, there was a me who could make the call. Right here and now, I’m very much a chicken when it comes to emotional matters.
Although…. Maybe I could erase the swimming pool incident? Hmm, nope. That one helped lay the foundation for my high heel obsession. I think I’m good with it, cheers. 🙂
If there was something you could erase from your life, at the risk of altering yourself, what would it be?
Ps. This is where the topic came from. Thanks guys!