I am not who I set out to be
Nor who I thought I was.
Life is a surprise to me
More difficult than I had suspected.
Love can't be grasped, nor sustained,
Love is, but also elusive.
My life is living me,
I did not plan to be here,
I don't know where these people came from.
I am neither fortunate nor unfortunate.
I am more wanderer than sojourner,
More vagabond than pilgrim.
I claim nothing; I own nothing,
I go where beckoned.
My intelligence is useful, but rarely helpful.
I have assumed way too much responsibility for my life.
I wish I had known.
