Outgrow

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I am outgrowing
The tiny world I have
Created for myself.
The minimized outfits
I have sewed for my thoughts.
My realm is shaking.
The blocks are rattling.
And my limbs are stretching.
To feel the extended world.
To writhe in the beyond.

Is this maturity?
Or is it just curiosity?
Have I known more?
Or do I just want to explore?
Am I a god of my little world?
Or have I just lost my hand
Over my own island?

I do not know.
I don’t suppose to know.
My thoughts outgrow
The former things I know.
And here I stand, staring
Not beyond my infinitesimal window.