A Monster of My Own Making
There is no end
Poetry and Prose
There is no end
How on Earth could I have imagined,
The road ahead would be harder,
Than the road behind?
In Taoism, we are taught,
Don’t search for anyone to help or attempt to convince anyone of anything. Yet, in my nature, I reached out into the ocean,
and rather than return empty-handed,
I returned with a whale.
Not only did the whale fill my boat,
But it also caused my boat to rock and take on water!
I’m 40 years old, so I can pale water as fast as the next fisherman,
but perhaps I should have brought a bigger bucket.
A monster of my own making.
The more I feed it, the more it grows.
The more it grows, the more food it requires.
Vanity — definitely my favorite sin.