'It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.'
- E.E. Cummings
My thoughts once
wrapped around the universe,
but now won't even
wrap around my mind...
I used to travel
at the speed of light,
and now, I don't speed,
I simply travel light...
The universe has been
wrapping my thoughts
for billions of years;
how long will it take,
for me, slow moving,
to unwrap each one, into being...
You'd think by now
I'd know my way around,
with no need, to inquire
for directions... yet, I ask.
Is the universe God, or
the speed of Light?
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