I know where I’m from

but I don’t know where

I’m going in this choose

your own adventure story

that I want  to call a life.

 

And the episodes of

this story, dropped

in the endless ocean

of memory, form the

loose and favoured pattern

of the story of

this life that I

love to tell and change

at will to suit the occasion

and the lies I need to shape.

 

No, I don’t know where

I’m going but I have

imagination’s wistful arc

that creates the great adventure

and brings meaning to a life

that has no meaning

outside what I create.