Why I Suck My Thumb
Why I Suck my Thumb
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Were it a choice, I would have not had made it,
were it a test I would not have passed it,
were it a right, I would have wronged it,
but now that I have it, I'll give it my all.
I played no part in it, no thought or action,
I asked for nothing, not a word of expectation,
I closed my eyes in fear of it and refused to open,
but light opened my heart and now I can see.
Were it my wish I would have travelled less,
were it a destination I would have packed a bag,
were it my vision I would have prepared,
but all I can do is hold on and trust.
Now I am driven by someone else's dreams,
the code I understand was given to me,
now I see what I've been taught to see,
and who am I beyond my beginnings.
Were it not for my will I could have stayed,
were it not for my stubbornness I would have complied,
were it not for my ego I would have rested, content,
but I am more than what I was.
I played no part in why,
I play no part in what surrounds me,
I suck my thumb because I know it is me who exists,
the rest may well be the illusion, clouded by the thoughts of echoes past.
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