just a little ol’ me

if everything is cosmic, am I a hero or slave?

oh my fragile brain, 
if everything is cosmic, 
am i a hero or slave? 
or street urchin just 
trying to find his way in the shallows, 
finding words like “hollow men”, 
reading “there 
and back again”, and 
i humbly repeat voices 
that seem to take-in the breath of choices 
then down down down into 
what might be just a little application 
or affidavit for me?
i know i wished i
was a mind so broad, i wished i
was a mind composed i wished it once
but i am not, i wished again
i was broad deep as the sea, 
but it looks like, it 
looks like i’m still 
just a little ol’ me.