I am... Undefined

August 13, 2015

Undefined

I could be defined by my dancing toes

Or my curly cursive qs

Or my unexpected ambition

But I'm not

I will not define myself

Confine myself

To what I or others say

Not tomorrow not today

I won't be immured in preconceived notions

Because they are the true potions of oblivion

I would rather be the tiny sailboat lost alone at sea

Than the massive, stationary skyscraper with its strange audacity

Because if I can never explore life

I will deplore life

Because

I am undefined

I am of that kind

The kind that falls asleep over an SAT book on Thursday

And wakes up by the Oceanside on Friday

I am undefined

Life is transitory

So am I

So is humanity

I will never let myself be immured in just a few of the thousands of notes that string together to make life's harmony

I will flow

Like the millions of free rivers on our earth and places yet discover

I am undefined

Defined as undefined

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