You grow
with time
you sail at the whim of will
alongside the inevitable passage of time
You carry with you
pieces from everywhere
Do they complete you?
Make you whole?
Give you the illusion of living
Those small fragments
that constitute
your being
You grow
with time
you sail at the whim of will
alongside the inevitable passage of time
You carry with you
pieces from everywhere
Do they complete you?
Make you whole?
Give you the illusion of living
Those small fragments
that constitute
your being
