What You Think It Outta Be

-What You Think It Outta Be-
by Keaton Foster


You
There
First
To the right
Second
To the left
Look around
If you are alone
Then I mean you
If not
Then I am being
Very specific
This poem
Me
You
And all of us
And none of us
Are rushing
Headlong
Into the fire
We, me, you
Here
Atop the spire
Way below
Ground zero
Postulation
Length
Distance
Will you survive
Such a fall
If so
Will you become
A quasi hero
Or authentic material
The real shiznit
Do you even care
Would you dare
Will you try
All along
Asking why
Is there an answer
One you’ll accept
One you’ll respect
Something offering
An ability to live with
Will what is said
Lead to other questions
Or just more answers
Does it all matter
If so
Why
If not
How come
Is there a God
Is there a Devil
Are they opposites
Are they the same
Friends
Bitter enemies
What are they after
Will they get it
If so
What does
That mean for you
What does
That mean for me
Is this life
What you think
It outta be
Or is it
Something else
Something different
Rather repugnant
Are my questions
Important
Or impotent
I’m a poet
And I know it
I’m a writer
A seeker of answers
I promise nothing
And fight to deliver
Everything
Before I asked you
I have always
Asked myself
Is this life
What you
Think it outta be
The answer
With regard to me
Is
And will always be
No
Not exactly
Simple
So it seems
I wish
More than I could
That was the case
But it’s not
Nor will it ever be
I am lacking
I am failing
I may be up here
Atop the spire
But I
Unlike you
Am too afraid to move
Too afraid to look down
I am unwilling to ask
And having no desire
To really know…


What You Think It Outta Be
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.