SEEING TWENTYONE

A mystery door made itself known to me

Advising me of a warning,

One I can’t see

Foretelling my beginning, my end deed?

The vows I’ve made to my reflection have become nothing more

The views I’ve seen have only been from a far

In a photograph which has been cut in half

Whom it was, never will I see

Whom it was, never will I live to be

Subconsciously, I’ve never been anywhere

I’ve stood where I always have

One of these days, I’ll stop seeing twenty-one

One of these days

What once was

Once was

Once and only once became nothing

I find it difficult; I am not able to blink

The world moves too fast

Too quick

Was I once a tree?

Knowing anyone can cut me down

Doesn’t give me bravery

Nor does it give me an escape, a way

I see everything as it is in front of me

I paint them with my mind, yet they never seem to be

To be what I need, must be a reason why I chose to be me.