It Seems
© March 2012
Dan Johnson
It seems
Like the dreams, schemes and I-Beams
Of my life
Have gathered into
The musty little cubicle designated …my life.
Old friends, the dreams and schemes
Recalling; good, bad, joyful and sad,
in the end, though, they linger as dusty old
playful dreams and foolish schemes.
I saw myself as the “I” in the Beam,
strong, wise, irreplaceable,
shining brightly, holding tightly to an elusive dream.
One day I awoke to realize that the control I had…
Had been relegated to dreams deferred,
recognizing wholeness without the “I”
dlj
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