Self: Memory

obviously, there is this thing

known as the self.  But how big is it

how deep, and is it different than everything

else. Or is it made to live just for where it sits, right

there within, where all things wait, and idle to only

begin. Even if hath or felt like been, to sky heights

before, the self only begins, or starts right there at one

floor/  If an eternity does not beckon like it sure was or had been

the Self / in us all / depends on where or how we connect it

up to what's right there around us, and it can always begin.

How come it defies what we even know or get tricked about the

the things a self can Bring. the Self, in its magnificence of time

health and Duty..   Remains the only way to true and fully be

or become everything