Old as I may be,
intelligent
and free,
I still hold my breath
over bridges
and whistle past the cemetery.
Since I know in my heart,
in my
innermost soul,
I am still just
a beginner, a student, a kid
for whom
sighing
doesn't sound all that much
different than singing—
and whom I just know
would much rather believe
than insist
on the existence
of what he was taught
to believe
by a troll
long ago
about innermost souls.
