Something Missing
Wilson Koewing
What if you feared it was over, but you’d only begun to learn?
I was a beginner, but I forgot where I began so I was finished before I began.
I’ll never understand the Ferris wheel any more than I’ll understand the face of the sun.
I’m a masochist, of course, foremost and absolute.
But when I say what I mean it’s absolutely.
It’s the sort of thing that makes me worry.
That maybe tomorrow isn’t so guaranteed.
And maybe what we are now isn’t what we used to be.
And we don’t get it.
It’s so apropos I might have a sickness.
Called being alive.
Experiencing this.
Wilson Koewing
What if you feared it was over, but you’d only begun to learn?
I was a beginner, but I forgot where I began so I was finished before I began.
I’ll never understand the Ferris wheel any more than I’ll understand the face of the sun.
I’m a masochist, of course, foremost and absolute.
But when I say what I mean it’s absolutely.
It’s the sort of thing that makes me worry.
That maybe tomorrow isn’t so guaranteed.
And maybe what we are now isn’t what we used to be.
And we don’t get it.
It’s so apropos I might have a sickness.
Called being alive.
Experiencing this.
