Spirit asks me,

Do we move through Life or

Does Life move through us.

I am still me, even after

All these yeas, and yet,

Something has changed.

The physical part of me is

Certainly not as it once was, but

Even as it once was had changed

From an even earlier once was.

I remember being young, or

Was it a dream, a

Living dream.

I try to take care of myself,

And yet…

Perhaps my aging body was

Designed to fill a purpose

That I do not yet understand

When the curtain drops, will I

Still be me?