A Life Becoming

I come into this world knowing nothing.
Lying Silent I take it in.
I mimic
I practice
I learn
I understand
I cannot wait
I grow

Caught up in life
I achieve
I do
I run
I create
I build
I fall
I tumble
I stand up
I continue

I turn my back
I walk lifetimes away from my life
I turn back around to see it
From this perspective
My thoughts were so big
My creations seem so small
Yet I have connected with so many in these years
I am in a dream
I am down a tunnel
The door is so large and looming
yet so small and far away
Or am I small and far away?
I have lost my balance
my perspective
The more I create the further I fall back
I cry
I scream
I pity myself
I sit quietly, inwardly, Am I numb?
Am I tired?
I wait
I feel fuller, happier, joyous.
Was it an accident?
How did I build with nothing?
Was it nothing?
Was it something?
Something in Silence.
I am curious, intrigued.
Ready to learn this new thing.
Yet it is hard.
I want to DO
I need to FEEL I am learning
I work
I try
I fall
I stand
I work
I procrastinate
I am Silent
It Sparks
Ok.
I learned
Silence is Silence
Silence is not procrastination.
I am doing something in nothing.
I am aware of the empty
Sitting in the expanse of time
Not trying to fill it
I still forget, I still work, I still build,
Yet now
I can be Silent.