In the begging I was, I felt my life
I felt a loving in the darkness of night
I knew that I had meaning and that somehow I reasoned
I was privy to a knowledge as pristine as my being
My slate was my own and I would write its tale
I would reach a zenith I which all others failed
I started to conjure my knowledge and about nine months in time
I was birthed from my pool of wisdom leaving all my knowledge behind
Now I am vulnerable and others my began to write in my book
I had no strength to stop them, I could only look
They imprinted symbols and the knowledge of flesh
They however failed to write the purpose of this quest
I lacked the I but the me was given
The looking glass self stood tall while the I seemed to not be living
I must find who my I in the mist of this all
I am thou, I have known this all the while
I thirst for a knowledge that I am still seeking
But as long as I am here about my identity I am thinking
Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock
Quote from "Kahlil Gibran"
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires
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What an interesting piece. You've penned the extraction from a life yet lived and yet fulfilled wondefully. Go forth into the world and conquer, you've have the ability to do that.
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