Month: July 2018

And so I took
What meant
Most to me
And hid them
In plain sight
Hoping someone
Would notice
The gifts
In their midst

The problem with an open mind
Is that all possibilities are considered
No matter how remote or unlikely–
An open mind is not a freed mind
It is chained to all futures
Not just one

I was hoping
Someone would notice
As I tried
To be myself
But the wrong ones did–
And you’re wondering
Why I choose
To live
A monk’s life

You
Don’t
Want
To be

You’re telling me to
Stop
But I see
No train coming

I know you won’t
Play with me
Even though
I had asked

I know you won’t
Come around
That moment
Has long since passed

I know I’ll spend many days
Pulling myself out
From the muddled feelings
I’m mired in

I know you’ll carry on
With whatever you’re doing
Without so much a word
Because that was then

I know I’ll hear of what you did
But never be told
Because that’s the way
It will always be

I know this is a pattern with me
By a matter of degrees
Even though I want
To live happily

I know myself enough to know
Where I am is not where you want to go
And now by being myself
I must flee

The whole point
Of all this
Is you’d finally
Understand
While I’m
Still around

Am I a beacon
To you?
Flame to a moth?
Trash to a fly?

The work
Always seems
More important
Than the team

Wondering where
The next moment
Leads to