Outside of Me
Far from the safety of self
He hurtled past all living beings
To the land of the dead
Where he felt most happy
Why do you live?
No, I really don't live
I die slowly
And it's only that I see it
That makes me know
That to live is to die
What doesn't live cannot die
I wonder if the side of the building
Knows that
But what does it matter
These ruminations
These worthless observations
This thinking business
Better be outside of me
One of the reflections of a thought
One of the things I think about
Better not be me
Can I be you, oh speck of earth?
Can I be a mirage I think I see?