Futons And Colored Tacks Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I don't remember being so small,
I remember a world too big.
Why did no one tell me
That you never become someone else?
All this time I was expecting change
In some strange psychological passing of the torch,
But really I'm still me...
Just in a larger body.
I must cease thinking of life as stages and ages
To find a streamlined consciousness between the pages
Of tattered old journals and.txt files on my desktop.
Only then can I recollect
The memories I've tried to forget.
For only once I've gotten to know who I was in the past,
Can I know who I am today.