forward thinking

this is a poem I wrote amidst Bread Loafers, educated people from
ivy leagues and the schools of thought that come from them: I wrote
this as an intrinsic response to being educated but being outside the
box of what is normally accepted as intellectual thought:

going forth, child-like

this facade of myself,
this song of going forth, child-like,
in desire upon desire upon desire
of remaining curious and intrinsically alive --
i believe i love i create i survive
to undertake all roads diverging in the woods.

should/would/could i
continue waking with summer morning frivolity
every time a sun brings yellow to this wet-green grass?

in a mirror, once again, this ass of insecure egomania
at a point where he wants to explode -
move beyond the restrictions -
implode the predictability of what he’s supposed to be/do/say/think.

who/what/when/where/why,
sigh,
whowhatwhenwherewhy,
try,
who...what...when...where...why

i fly higher and higher
feeling lower and lower
within end-credits, indexes & lost, last pages.

see ---
this rages
inside the inner child, middlebury,
and the older i get, the more wild i become
in this forth-going, going forth
bookmark of river, mountain, pine trees & words.

i am of mice, men, whitman & perhaps, you -
if you’ll tell me your stories one day -
always in search for the new way of reading novel lives.