Forgotten

I have forgotten

How to be still
How to be silent
How to be the nothing in the middle of it all

I have forgotten

Being the tree
Being the spire
Being the wind that wound around them both

I am too busy

Reacting to bells
Reacting to buzzers
Reacting to the constant stimuli that demands ever bigger reactions

I am too busy

Worrying about people
Worrying about things
Worrying about how I might react to the next impulse

I have been burdened

With titles
With expectations
With roles that I can not play nor ever wished too

I have been burdened

With thought
With emotion
With lust and love and the warring those have wrought in my soul

I need to remember

The abiding
The quiet
The current that flows through the depths of what is really me

I need to remember

How to adapt
How to endure
How to be a part of the everything and the all

From which I have made myself apart in the forgetting