Identity - James Hanway

 Identity - By James Hanway


The footsteps I take are all familiar

The ground is changing beneath my feet.

Weight increases upon my shoulders

Pushing me further into my seat.


In this place of light and saviors 

I end up reaching for the ground. 

The might of one and all it waivers

A stalwart call bereft of sound.


Identity; it takes me whirling

On a quest to find a side.

In the end the world decides me

So little choice within my eyes.


No time for tears but all decisions

Making way for longer time.

The hourglass is turned and draining

I must revive, I must survive.


Written 10.26.16 


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