I Am

“Who I am”

Turner Zischka

I am from small house at the end of a shallow streets end

the one that is as the color of an old potato sack.

I am from the endless piles

of toasted rice cereal gobbled with gluttony

I am the person aspiring to be the very best

great at everything he tries,

never faltering, never stopping.

But alas, he is not, nor will he be soon.

One who tried many things,

but few of which will consistently persist.

I am the endless humming drone of a fan

running laps around a track for hours on end

cooling a computer used for days

with not a break as for the end.

I am the day after day spent at a cheery old woman’s

comfortably welcoming as a fire blazes in the black steel stove.

And the countless more days spent at the others.

I am the person who uses critical strategy

to win games played with thin cardboard strips

designed with the care of a loving lion mother gives to her cub.

I am the pink stuffed lovable cartoon pig that I keep under my bed

as a reminder of the kid I once was.

Liking little interlocking plastic bricks

and shells with orange gooey cheese

and all the moments good and bad.

Long gone to the to the virtual world of

PVP and PVE.

Were did I come from and were will I go?

I wasn’t who I was.

Nor will I be in times waiting to be seen.