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 myself. Never being in a box, having broken out of all bound- aries and limits when just a child, always questioning the whys and wherefores of everything. Not believing anything that others tell me with their narrow minds and opinions kept strapped tightly and firmly within their absent-minded hearts. Not ever wanting to be like the, taking everything be- yond what it seems to be, always surprised to find that I'm right when looking beneath the surface. Feeling a tremendous amount of self-assurance, yet knowing that I'm not always right, never doubting self, just knowing the actual limits of being a human being.