Sitting here, I come up against something,
Perhaps it is a desire to change my state,
or for things to be different.
I try to bring the question, “Who am I?”
It remains unanswerable.
Having grown tired of living in the basement,
I take the mask off.
I wish to see and to be seen.
Until there is no longer a struggle for, nor against,
just a yielding to that which is.