I was not responsible for another’s happiness
I was not accountable for the choices I made.
And I lived life for my own joy?
I was a cloud floating around
In search of my horizon
Where the end was imminent
But a joyful existence left behind.
And I was happy about a life well-lived?
I could float back in time, and find no regrets.
I could glide into my future, with no expectations.
I could give away all that I had,
Without being accountable or obliged to do so?
I was unbound
I was weightless energy
Infinite and unfathomable.
I could drive a Time Machine
And step off the accelerator at will?
Only if ….
Existence was pure joy
And we knew what it meant?
Poem published in Compendium in May’16
Linked to Tale Weaver #119 at