This last day of April,
As I head home, under a myriad-minded cloudy sky,
After being away, one day, from myself,
I realize that I'm alive, viable, a breathing entity,
Capable of donning whatever disguise I choose,
Just by willing its design mine.
Whether it's the freedom driving a highway creates,
By releasing endorphins, into imagination,
Or dreams, from hiding places inside my eyes,
Is of less consequence than the ecstasy I feel,
Just knowing that if I deem it so,
I don't even have to arrive at any destination,
Rather can keep going, until highway reaches horizon,
Horizon climbs into myriad-minded cloudy sky,
Sky into infinity, infinity into me, I into myself.
04/30/09 - (1)