I am not sure what is to be.
I am not sure what has been.
I am not sure what is now.
I sink in false memories of a life I do not live.
All these images that I should not claim as mine.
But, I find myself everynight living and reliving them.
I am unsure.
I have always been unsure.
I will always be unsure.
Words float by on rafts made from a great doubt tree.
Polluting the water around me.
The water is all around me.
and I believe my boat has a hole in it.