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 
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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