I Am Not One

I walk through a window

and exit through a door

Of time, of space and everything between

Yet I am not one with myself

I look through a keyhole

and fall out of an hourglass

There is no structure or matter to me

When I’m not yet one with myself

I see with my eardrums

and hear with my eyes

It makes more sense than you might think

And still yet I’m not one with myself

I shatter a broken piece of glass

As it shatters into infinite pieces

Who has time to count such things?

For I am not yet one with myself

I look through a mirror

And see my reflection staring back

He smiles at me but I don’t smile back

It is now that I am one with myself