words fly away; writings remain

My name is Kenzi. perhaps you might be interested, in what i have to say.

Friday, September 30, 2011

O lost by the wind, lost and grieved again.



How can you define yourself?
How do you look inside your heart and
know who you are and what you stand for.
And what it is, exactly, you stand against.
How can you even start to understand
what it is you want.
How would you even know where to begin... what starting line exists?
When every time you look in the mirror you
see someone slightly more aged,
and changed.
How could i possibly know where to go
when i get caught in the wind, and it
sways and manipulates me
into some other direction.
I don't know what building blocks come together
or what pieces are making me up.
I could contemplate myself forever
but I'll never reach the resolve.... what finish line exists?
When every time i'm quite sure i'll reach it
i get caught up again
and my foundation shakes
and all that i was just so sure of
got lost in the wind