Why do I feel
so uncertain
at this time
maybe it's
the American in me
never truly content
always reaching for more
never resting
till every door is open
some say it's the spirit of progress
the elders say,
“know that you are exactly
where you are suppose to be”
or maybe
it's the uneasiness
of the silver across my head
and upon my face
to be of yesterday
a very un-American thought
in a world where 21 equals freedom
and everything else is less than
“every man dies, but not every man
truly lives,” they say
Hosea 7:9,10
Shalam,
Zarach
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