I leave sometimes and feel the freedom I read about in all those books
watching mountains shrink from a moving window
the past stays with them
but crawls back at me
and fights to keep me anchored
to moments in time I used to want to
forget about
but I need them now to help me move toward whatever is next
not to be bothered with trivial errors
I forgive the absurdity which brings us
to where we are right now
confused together
having been told we are wrong
connected in spite of how it may seem
from a distance
anxious about money
and relentless bla-bla
bombarding us hourly
but pay no mind to
perpetual distractors
because there is a serene calm
when the sun rises over new terrain
and I'm alive to see it
I leave sometimes and my heart bursts
looking outward
seeing how sick we are
projecting insecurities
never trusting our instincts
condemning others
it's true we've known what to do
all along
I leave sometimes then return to familiar surroundings
having experienced something I can't explain
crossing paths with whoever was there
possibly for the last time
I will remember how it felt to be in a
delirious mist
with you
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
I leave sometimes and feel the freedom I read about in all those books
watching mountains shrink from a moving window
the past stays with them
but crawls back at me
and fights to keep me anchored
to moments in time I used to want to
forget about
but I need them now to help me move toward whatever is next
not to be bothered with trivial errors
I forgive the absurdity which brings us
to where we are right now
confused together
having been told we are wrong
connected in spite of how it may seem
from a distance
anxious about money
and relentless bla-bla
bombarding us hourly
but pay no mind to
perpetual distractors
because there is a serene calm
when the sun rises over new terrain
and I'm alive to see it
I leave sometimes and my heart bursts
looking outward
seeing how sick we are
projecting insecurities
never trusting our instincts
condemning others
it's true we've known what to do
all along
I leave sometimes then return to familiar surroundings
having experienced something I can't explain
crossing paths with whoever was there
possibly for the last time
I will remember how it felt to be in a
delirious mist
with you
Just returned from a trip and this came out.
