My life
Posted on 09. Aug, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Inquisitive
These words were not something I had imagined
No, just mere fallacy of belief I had as a child
Words that carried through to my life as an adult
I could breathe
Yet I could not take in the wonder around me
I could see
Yet my eyes denied me the gift of vision
These thoughts were not something I could hope to understand
No, they were simply a story that I liked to read
One that I often found myself portrayed as a character in
I was never the lead role
Just a casual personality that often received honorable mention
I was never in the spotlight
Just a supporting stage hand that managed to make the world seem more real
These moments were not something I had experienced
No, they existed in a place of hope and destiny I heard in passing conversation
A brief exchange of someones life as they tried to relay details I couldnt mistake
I was always missing the point
Just as if I had gone speeding by the weathered man holding a stop sign at a crosswalk
I was always finding myself asking twice
Just as if my life was simply so different that nothing I heard could be compared
These days were not something I could relive
No, they each happened only once at a speed I could not control
And I was usually incapable of noting the important things I failed to see
I could hope to remember one part
And I would often refer to it as being the best detail of a fundamental story
I could hope to believe that my actions added to the plot
And I would often regard myself as blinding leading in a story called my life