What makes you who you are?

Have you ever wondered?

I hear you searching for the answer in your footsteps…

the ones you took before and soon after the apocalypse…

I see you searching the echoes of your daydreams

and sometimes, your night dreams too

I have watched you with a thieving eye as you chase life’s fading footsteps

…and at times, charging blindly into the abyss of the everyday!

Is this what makes you – you? 

You wonder what an animal does if it’s cornered… 

You were the animal – rapid; furious. 

You weren’t afraid 

You are not afraid 

You fought

You fight 

You fall in love with the footsteps of the apocalypse again…

You are the footsteps of the apocalypse 

You were sure of that 

You are sure of this

You are the fighter 

You are the echoing footsteps of yester – day

You missed dawn while hurrying to catch tomorrow

In the morning of the morrow, you break your fast on toasted regrets

Yesterday you forgot to live, you forgot to love and forgot to laugh

Is this what makes you – you?

…the generation of perpetual anxious anticipation of a future that never arrives

And regurgitates the past?

While bypassing the present? 

B.K. Knight