3 Dylan Grundstrom I used to think In a sense of monotony Sameness in humanity Particularly those I know the least deviate hardly at all, if any Or so it seemed Time revealed to me Innate reason was enough For that I had only one thought The sameness I felt was not my own Instead I only felt sameness with my surroundings Differentiated by only one idea How does an individual truly act? Matters of this are not easy to know When the sameness is only made of the opposite Truth is hidden I know that Not behind a complicated lock Nor is the answer plain in meaning I find it simple What lies behind this curtain? A question, when applied, gives me the answer Individuals act truly only inside themselves Mind Body Heart None of it is real I see what is truly there The curtain only exists within oneself Only for my gaze to pull it away Drawing the rope to reveal the stage This set is created behind the curtain Still, it is not real One creates not just the props that lie within The costumes, the actors that play, the magic they attempt to elude I see it too All are the same United in one idea: I think I am behind a curtain Transparency shows itself not by attempting It only is Yet, something escapes this sameness You do not hide the curtain fromme Try as I might, the truth always seems out of grasp You remove the sameness that I know But every time I attempt to pull the curtain back I fail I cannot understand it You are different from the sameness You realize it, don’t you? Of course you do That is why I am so perplexed Your stage is set But you did not create it So again I fail Tosee But my eyes do not deceive me So what then am I left to do? Nothing Not that I refuse to act Nor do I refuse to open my curtain Quite the contrary All that is left is to follow Inside myself, I knowwhat it is I accept it But I refuse to think of it In order to do that which is left I feel heart
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