I’ve looked down the choices I can remember making,
turned into the Terminator at the mention of what I become
each time I feel like running one down.
The thing is,
like the hare from “The Tortoise and the Hare”
I always catch up to myself again,
a race that earned me the gold medal in learning how to wear
whatever instinct I had to run away from harm
on my shoulder where my mind could always catch up to it,
and from that resistance, become a kind of John Connor
who runs better than anybody,
so yeah, I guess you could say I learned to be obvious
in the sense that “What you see is what you get.”
But I never got what I wanted to see.