Mar 06 2007
The Me of Me
When my life hurts
I imagine my other life
on the road not taken.
But, my mind wants to know
if is it the road not taken
that determines my life
Or me?
Would I be a different me
if I chose a different road?
Would the me of me
change with the seasons
the colors or the geograhy
Just because?
Or is it a trick
I play on myself
to explain away
my choices
good and bad
right and wrong
smart and stupid?
Even in my imaginings
I seem not able
to remove me from me
Untaken road or not.
No matter where I travel
in cars, on foot, in my imagination
the me of me is always there.
copyright 2007
