Sometimes I find myself searching
and searching
for pieces of myself that
I've never really wanted in the first place.
And I'll keep that pamphlet,
and I'll cherish that trinket,
and I'll store that bus ticket
just for safe keeping.
And I'll sleep for hours
to see if I can find
what I've lost
in my subconscious
but over
and over again
I find things I never wanted
in the first place
and I'll throw them into the sea
only to swim back to shore,
too late and too far gone
to realize I'm going to have to jump back in.
And maybe I'm talking in circles
and maybe I never really belonged
anywhere
other than where I sleep for the night
Or wherever I decided to
set foot to scavenge
for any remains of myself
that I took for granted.
Maybe a nomad
only finds peace
at the edge of losing everything.
Or maybe they never find peace at all.
gd
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
Sometimes I find myself searching
and searching
for pieces of myself that
I've never really wanted in the first place.
And I'll keep that pamphlet,
and I'll cherish that trinket,
and I'll store that bus ticket
just for safe keeping.
And I'll sleep for hours
to see if I can find
what I've lost
in my subconscious
but over
and over again
I find things I never wanted
in the first place
and I'll throw them into the sea
only to swim back to shore,
too late and too far gone
to realize I'm going to have to jump back in.
And maybe I'm talking in circles
and maybe I never really belonged
anywhere
other than where I sleep for the night
Or wherever I decided to
set foot to scavenge
for any remains of myself
that I took for granted.
Maybe a nomad
only finds peace
at the edge of losing everything.
Or maybe they never find peace at all.
gd