A Life's Stage

Leave me to my senses And the darkness of a room, For I have no reflection And my eyes refuse to see The light even if a day or love, Or memory-so extinguished, Is the lamp that once lit up My life with purpose... Myself-so outward changed, That I seem not to maintain A singular character Apart from others, Whose, separately, take their cue From placement and environment, Each by turn-but tell me- Did you expect another me? Another page, another grave For yesterday's treasure- The sustaining pursuit Or a self-made uncertainty, A need for growth or freedom- What does it mean- but me or you- Alive with possibility, Owning nothing to the past but this? New York City ©All Rights Reserved-2011