The Ouroboros?

This One is simple.

The snake eating itself
Is suffering from starvation,
While trying for an egg.

It thinks
By the act of consumption
That it can give birth to something,
Rather than lapse
Back into nothing.

An allegory for those who steal, bastardize, destroy, and desecrate philosophy;
But ultimately, an allegory
For the evolution of those without compassion & patience.

Because those without
Are only eager
For more nothing.

When One is drunk with anger,
They are more apt to be eager
To go to war.
With themselves, with others;
Occupation is aggression,
Reason's regression,
When done only for control.

In the pursuit of subjugation,
One is subjugated to ******* -
Their idea of.

It becomes their lifestyle,
The thing they live for.

In that marriage,
¹You are the bride-maiden
For transgressing against your neighbor.

Instead of a frown
Seize the crown
Start with a smile
and watch as it goes for miles

Be the light
On someones darkest night
With all the stars above
Show a little love

Humans are far to great
Not to have mistakes
So accept some correction
Because even the tides need direction

Silence will envelop a heart
So show someone a new start
Help those in need
Because who knows what they've had to bleed

A place a heart will go
is equal to the people they follow

I don't need meds or hospitals
Therapy or lectures
I just need a hug

Not a
"Don't be mad at me
Hug it out"
Kind of hug

But a
"You're safe now
It's okay"
Embrace

I'm done being alone

My thoughts never
get tired of me
They feel the winter
While I live the summer

I never get to have a chance
A certainty meant to last
A love undone of the past
Four wheels on pavement so fast

Not to be stopped or taken
Just to be lived and laughed

I’ve been away too long.
Not just from the place
but from me.

There’s a version of myself
somewhere in Florida,
still standing on the porch,
waiting for me to come back
and finish the story.

When I left,
I didn’t choose it.
I was sixteen,
following orders,
packing up things
I never wanted to leave behind.
Pieces of me
got scattered across the map
but the biggest one
stayed right there.

This place I’m in now,
it don’t feel like mine.
The sun hits different.
The air don’t hold memory.
Even the silence is unfamiliar.
Like I’m just borrowing life
instead of living it.

I don’t want to escape.
I just want to return.
To the streets that raised me,
to the past that never got closure,
to the roots that still call my name
like I’m overdue.

Going back
ain’t about comfort.
It’s about freedom.
It’s about walking the same streets
as a man this time
on my terms.
With all I’ve learned.
With nothing left unsaid.

I’ve had the brakes on
since I left.
But I’m ready now.
Not to rewind
but to reclaim.

Home isn’t just a place.
It’s where I start moving forward
for real.

I cut too deep because I couldn't feel
I swallowed my words because I couldn't deal
I listened to the noise that was killing my head
I laid awake for hours in my bed
I felt the tears slide down my face
I wanted nothing more than to leave this place
I will stay
anyway