Inside Me

Inside me, you’ll not find muscle and bone.

Inside me, there is a narrow road.

Inside me, there are neither nerves nor veins.

Inside me, I am following a narrow road.

Inside, I have no soft organs, no connective tissue.

Inside me, a narrow road stretches toward the light.

Inside, my thoughts often shatter but gather together again.

Inside me, a narrow road stretches toward the light—

And you, my dear, are waiting there.

—Mitchell Hegman