Epiphany

Lightening strikes! And then thunder.
I am struck. Epiphany.
My heart beat has electricity.
I am afraid of electricity and machines and things that move on their own.
What makes us move?
Am I the driver or the puppet?
Who is my Self?
I wonder what is really my own?
The answer eludes me
Quick like a ninja in the dark
He gets away
Who planted the garden that is me?
I will never know
Who am I really?
I am being watched.
Snap back to reality.
I crouch in the black unknown, like
Police sirens behind my shoulder
I want to hide