I am nothing
Because I am goal-less, going nowhere, on a never ending thought-tragedy
I realize that my existence perpetuates itself by consuming continuously,
like the animal I am
Yes,
“an animal”
But only in higher degree
I am burdened by thoughts I have become,
Yes,
“the very thoughts I identify with”
Other animals, other physical qualities
And my very name I call myself
I am a thought,
Yes,
“a thought”
A thought tied in knots
A dead form
Something that cannot grow
And in this very observation
in existence
And in the larger scheme of things
I lost thought and grew.
Yes,
“grew”
into something new.