Saturday, January 17, 2015

Dots Make Lines

Dots Make Lines
and circles
and sometimes - faces -
so many, without differing between
the differences that make us
who we are

Who are we?
are you you and
am I me?
Or is it
the other way around
are we
One?

Dot

turning into

Lines

but back
 to the question
can I define
me
 without seeing these single dots
of characteristics that
then maybe define

Am I not rather a sentiment
 of what I think to want
to be
 and to act accordingly

Maybe even wanting to be who
I think YOU want me to be?
Oh,
that would be cheating
myself
wouldn´t it

But in this society
where we are all full of labels of
fat and skinny
A or just barely C-
sneakers or
high-heals
blue or brown eyed

I so want
to throw all the tags
out the window

create

what I really am

but how

when really what I am looking for
is a glimpse inside.