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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