And I
by Jonathan Kraft

Written sometime in 2005/2006

And I, the heart, sit and wait,
in the silent stillness
for my passion to ignite
For my love to barrel through
For my enthusiasm to burrow deep
and catch fire through the tunnels
and burn bright to the surface
and destroy the weeds
but ignite the growth from fallen seeds
but where is this fire
but why does it elude me?

And I, the mind, I drum along
And comprehend all
And build the dreams
For that is my job
For creation begins with thought
For a future glowing anew
in all that’s done for anyone who
dares to envision what could and should be
and decides to turn it into reality
In the end, the mind creates all
What need I think to create all for me?

And I, the body, spark electricity
For the movement of the planet
And I wish to carry it all
And I desire to let go of none
And I hurt and I ache, and yet I go on
For a body must move forward
For whatever cost, for whatever price
What I would really like is to feel alive
Knowing, deeply, the purpose I serve is more
So I must be the most I can
But I need more movement
But I don’t know how to create that
But I don’t want to be mediocre
Why must I carry on this way?

And I, the spirit, play what role?
How should I move?
How should I think?
How should I love?
Just tell me. Are you the show controller?
But a marionette am I.
But you don’t let me free
But what spaces would you pen me inside?

There is room for so much more
why won’t you free me?