WAITING FOR MYSELF

Here I am

surrounding my thoughts

with the needs of my heart,

plowing the fields

of my soul,

trying in vain to cultivate

a purpose that will

bring me closer

to my humanity.

But I live these days,

trapped between

the bloody eyed mornings

of my screaming youth,

and the vision of a mind,

collapsing under the weight

of lost ideals.

Like a heartbeat on hold, 

I live these days,

spiritually unemployed

hanging out on dream corners,

waiting for myself.