And to Think

And to Think

What do you see when you look at me,
When you watch me go?
Do you see what I see,
Or is it something else?
(Something I don’t know?
Would I even want to know?)
Sometimes I want to know.
I want to know what everybody else is thinking.
Sometimes I need help in knowing what to think.
Because sometimes I think I am capable.
Sometimes I feel like I can change—am changing—the world
And sometimes I just feel tired.
Because there’s always more work to be done.
And it feels like others are always working
To undo the good we who want to make things better
Are striving to do.
Should I worry less what others think?
Should I worry less what others do?
Should I stop thinking so much?
Probably. 
But also…
But still…
But even so…
I won’t stop…
Running for that corner,
“Gunning” for the next hill,
Hearing my breath pouring out and sucking in,
Feeling my heart pound out its familiar rhythm,
Genuinely smiling as I meet the eyes of a passerby
(Wondering what they might be thinking),
Feeling alive,
Feeling hopeful,
Still trying, goddamn it,
Trying to keep this world livable,
To make this life worth living,
To be happy with what I do
And who I am
(Which, in fact, I am).



And still I wonder…
What do you think?