Me, Mourning My Infinite Live

How cruel it is—
to have a soul too big for one lifetime,
to dream in too many directions,
to be haunted by all the selves I’ll never get to be.
A writer, a psychologist, a scientist.
An actor, an Artis,
a bookshop owner lost in pages,
a model, a designer, a journalist—
all of them me, yet none of them mine. 

Maybe in another lifetime.

Maybe in all of them.