Who am I? What are these hands? What are they doing?
Who am I? What is this space? Why am I floating in it?
Who am I? What are these eyes? What are they seeing?
Who am I? What is this moment? Why am I hanging in it?
Who am I? What are these feet? What are they stepping on?
Who am I? What are these pieces? Why are they broken up?
Who am I? What are these ears? What are they ringing for?
Who am I? What are these feelings? Why are they so faint?
Don’t you dare step out of your boundaries
Don’t you dare color outside the lines
Don’t you dare challenge your betters
You can never be wise enough
Don’t you dare put the shoe on the wrong foot
Don’t you dare wear all the wrong colors
Don’t you dare sing the song in that key
You can never fit in enough
Don’t you dare put all your eggs in one basket
Don’t you dare bet it all on black
Don’t you dare take a chance on a fool
You can never be safe enough
Don’t you dare tire before you’re finished
Don’t you dare suffocate before it’s all done
Don’t you dare stop right in the middle
You can never dream enough
What are these sands that I’ve washed up on?
What is this sensation (tickling) when you’re near?
What is this silence?
What was it that you were just saying?
Who am I?
What are these fists?
Why are they striking out?
Why am I so angry?
This is: the difference between being born with all possibilities and having them shut down one by one until you are in a little box of self-imposed limitations. Never to emerge?