a million miles

I walked in here alone, but comfortable. I watched as the crowd grew and the juggler emerged to tried and entertain them. When the act got boring, he grew louder with his singing until we couldn't even hear ourselves think anymore. I stepped into a dark corner because the air was so thick. I felt as if I might suffocate. This has been happening way too much lately. When I regrouped I went back into the madness. It was like a movie. I sat back and watched the pretenders, the romantics, and the pleasers. Often I wonder what my role in all this is. I believe it changes way too much from day to day. The poet, the caretaker, the disbeliever, the hipster, the childlike, the quiet one, the center of attention....... I could be any one of them. Roll the dice. But I had never really thought about what role I choose to play. I can do that? I can choose? What a wonderful idea! The next million miles traveled will be in search of the complete me, and I am very comfortable with that.