I Am He

I sat on a mountain beneath a four-tiered sky

The wheel of my mind spun on its rusty pin

A daydream before the storm

I plotted my next move

My time is irrelevant compared to what lies ahead

I speak of things I do not know

I dream of things I do not know

I know of things that I do not really know

I have answers, but have forgotten all the questions

Know thyself! But only by approximation

I’ve mistaken my identity for someone else

In this hole lives a boy who wants to see

In the open lives a man with no eyes to see

A lack of vision will topple his kingdom like bowling pins

He watches the ball roll towards him