Actual Limits Of Being Human

Swaying and rocking to melodies interiorly, taking me soaring into an intellectual atmosphere where only I exist. Being free and independent, taking life in stride as I continually sit and write poetry, sublime and pro- found at times. Even surprising self at certain moments in life, never being in a box, having broken out of all boundaries and limits when just a child. Always questioning the whys and wherefores of every- thing, not believing anything that others tell me with their narrow minds and opinions. They keep them strapped tightly and firmly within their absent-minded hearts, not ever wanting to be like them, taking everything beyond what it seems to be. Being surprised to find that I'm right when looking be- neath the surface of every little thing, feeling a great and tremendous amount of self-assurance. Knowing that I'm not always going to be right yet never doubting self, just knowing the actual limits of being a human being on earth.