But there’s that thing that stays the same.
That same
secret
drive.
A different creature now.
A vastly different way about it all
but for that drive
-that secret longing:
pre-natal, pre-conceived,
pre-conscious,
pre-time.
It’s different but the same
across the lot of us.
It stays the same throughout your life.
Larger than purpose,
bigger than life,
surviving form.
If you’re mad enough,
it’s touched.
And always it tempts:
“Know me.”
