Poem: Perhaps
Perhaps I haven’t arrived, at where and who I’ve always wanted to become
How wonderful I’m no longer there where I began though
This way is my way, my journey of saying that I’m learning
I’m growing, moving towards
The I, I am yet to becoming
Not caught but free, in perceiving now and again
Whom it is who wonders
ponders the color of a flower
Whom it is who reflects
on thoughts, my own too
Whom it is who observes
Me perceiving
Perceives me observing
Observes me wondering
Touches my meaning
Perhaps its just you, laughing out loud
Perhaps you see me, my head in the cloud
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
Its really true
Its me, it’s more, it’s perception opening the door.
