It is just the beginning in my mind,
the middle and end displaced.
Waking each morning with greater expectations,
Dreaming of lost boundaries, no seclusion without exclusion.
Days before long lost to memory,
No hold does it have on our thoughts.
Before is gone, a mere mystery,
There is no getting back what we've lost.
The same no longer exists, only otherness triumphs in the new.
The familiar ultimately replaceable,
Why not trying being grateful, just for you.
As long as you are homeless,
There is no need to hide,
From those unwanted obligations,
Hierarchal decisions no longer apply
When nothing is left to be forgiven.
Bask in solitude, seek new territory,
Today enjoy being invisible, in these moments you are free.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
It is just the beginning in my mind,
the middle and end displaced.
Waking each morning with greater expectations,
Dreaming of lost boundaries, no seclusion without exclusion.
Days before long lost to memory,
No hold does it have on our thoughts.
Before is gone, a mere mystery,
There is no getting back what we've lost.
The same no longer exists, only otherness triumphs in the new.
The familiar ultimately replaceable,
Why not trying being grateful, just for you.
As long as you are homeless,
There is no need to hide,
From those unwanted obligations,
Hierarchal decisions no longer apply
When nothing is left to be forgiven.
Bask in solitude, seek new territory,
Today enjoy being invisible, in these moments you are free.
