This is a poem I wrote two years ago to the date, in part about some of my struggles with indecisiveness and commitment. I hope you enjoy on this day when the veil between living and dead is supposed to be at its thinnest — because what’s spookier than critical introspection? OoooOoooOooo!
It's Halloween
And I've never been so scared.
This year I'm going as someone out of his mind
Because I'm sick of being in my own,
A mirror shining on a mirror
Towards reflective Infinity
Tumbling through the known
In approach of the unknown
What do you get caught up on?
I feel I'm hyperaware of the implications
Of whatever I'm not doing.
I lurch and leave things undone
Because I'm hurt and feel overrun
Keeping up with what the Joneses
Were supposed to want.
Why would I adopt an identity
When I know anyone would kill me?
A leaf upon the wind
Lands in a puddle
Yet dreams of the ocean
As its neighbors waft along.