Somewhere I remain

I wonder why. I wonder why. I wonder why I wonder.
How do I know what changed when everything feels the same?
How do I know what’s new?
How do I know what’s right?
I think I wonder how. Yeah, I wonder how.

I look up and see the phoney ceiling
It’s painted blue, like sky,
Like us.
I look down at the carpet, the glass , the wall
Is this what life is? All phoney?
A play?
Am I actually a mere actor?
I still call dibs on hero.
I looked straight ahead. I saw myself
Or a mirror.

I walked out. I saw breeze.
It tickled me in my ribs and I tickled it back.
I think breeze felt funny. I felt cold.
I saw the sky. I said hi. It felt better.
I saw people. Many people.
I sent breeze to tickle ‘em all. I watched. I remained.

I wonder how. I wonder why. I wonder
Staring. Aimless. Distracted by the question.
What thought it was, I couldn’t remember.
What wonderment was that led me outside.
Don’t want to be a hero no more,
A river may be.
Flowing, yet remaining.

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