More and more I find my life to be a dream

That flows over a great paddle wheel.

It dips and splashes and gets caught up

And goes around the wheel again,

And part of it moves on,

And part of it stays in the great commotion.

And I am torn between what I perceive is me.

Is it the part that went in peace,

Flowing naturally down the stream?

Or is it the part where my heart seems to want to be,

Here in the turning, churning energy of the great wheel?

Maybe I'm still both,

Hovering in evaporation,

A great chiasm between

All the things I want to be

And all the things I am.

-jenn