peeking out my window

looking out 
Looking in
I see so much more of me 
And less there is to be
If I keep isolating behind paper curtains 
The compass is just a circle 
I keep spinning around 
Lost in the direction of finding who I am
But there will always be uncertainty in The who
For who is infinite 
undefinable 
for there is no end 
to who I am
 For who I can become
changes with every breath
every heartbeat
And every step I take
no matter what direction
I cannot go on circling 
For the hawk is always scanning for a landing or a meal
It does not remain airborne forever
So I too cannot live within the space of my mind forever without falling 
And without direction and focus I will never see where I could  fall and come out unbroken