Becomings
A poem about becoming different things.

What have I become
Something in between
Always on the run
Someone no one else has seen
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Hidden behind the mask
Carry it all upon my back
Keep it hidden til the last
How do we slip into the crack
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Nothing ever meant a thing
Not a simple pain we shared
From the moment of the falling ring
There was nothing spared
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Time wears on and on and on
And what have I become
Time it wears on, and on, and on for so long
Oh what have I become
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The third act is upon us all
Such a long time ago
I hated to see you fall
But there was nothing you didn't know
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For in between these voices of the dead
There was always something else to see
On fields stained in all those young one's red
Learning what a man is supposed to be
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The shreikers cried all night
While we became men
Always such a fight
That was the way it was back then
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It's all coming to bear
Because karma's such a malicious one
When I know what I've become, will anyone care
Or, will the world have simply won
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For whatever I've become
Is it ever enough
A life held for karmic ransom
Was always going to be this rough
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What have I become
There's nothing in between
What have I become
Something always unseen
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.


Comments (1)
Wow, Jason. You are a poet indeed!