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 colour of a flower.
Whom it is who reflects,
on thoughts, my own too.
Whom it is who observes,
Perceives me observing.
Observes me wondering.
Experiences me thinking.
Touchs 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.
Liam January 2018