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
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