I am not
a graffiti on a subway wall
nor a carving
on some excavated prehistoric cave
I am not
an echo in a grand canyon
nor a voice
broadcast on radio
I am not
an image from figments of imagination
nor a reflection
in some broken glass
I am a soul
with dimensions
expanded under the heat of love
shrunk in the cold of your heart
I would be nothing
if not everything that I am
And I'm not you
so judge me not
by the measures that tailor you.
You may be a tree
and I may be a tumbleweed
But when the strong fierce wind blows
it'll tumble me
and break YOU!

I was not seeking
not peeking
not speaking

I was not trying
nor dying
not lying

I was doing fine
not going out of line
when yours got tangled with mine

When the Past becomes your Present
mixed like effervescent
A feeling Oh! so pleasant

Where does one go from here
When he's far yet so near
Stretching out with no fear

No not true
fear hovers in the blue
When all accounts will be due

But I don't care
I live to dare
The fate that we share