Me, Myself and I
When we first began this journey, my self
and ambitious I, we were as kids laughing
and full of hope that tomorrow promised
the two of us - myself and I.
The world was free and the risks were
low; the sun shown bright, and
rain - though ever present was a
thing of the past.
We gained and lost - perhaps lost
more than gained, but the goal was
always there with in our grasp, and you
could not have told me, what
myself and I refused to see.
That gold is precious, and never
given, without it [first] being taken
as thought and conscience lost
or gained.
If you are where we are - me, myself
and I - in a land of promises and silly rhyme
then you know - more then either we or
you knew then, that laughter comes too
quickly now in this world built by
children - so long distances past.
But when we listen to the beating heart
we hear not its faltering rhythm - we
feel not the rain - for though ever
present it still is a thing of the past.
And that journey to which, with little
thought, we first began is known
for what it is - a journey won with time,
and pain, and blood. And when we listen close,
me, myself, and you we hear the dream.
Some times that dream is like a pitch black
silent world broken only by the sound
of feet hitting hard dim clay as
we run - fearless through the night.
Some times that dream is like the world
we left when we first began - still
filled with all the fears we had when
first begun: this journey, myself, and I.
And still tomorrow calls: future self - me
myself, and I respond - not with
laughter for that was yesterday - but
with victory won - despite the cost:
me, myself, and I.
And you.
