Some mornings be like: how did I even get here,
walking in these amazon rockports (half-worn out),
stuck on the strong side of forty and full of fear
the years left are less than average, without doubt
about personal path - shit man, most of the time stumbling
with direction current energies pointed me,
but always felt like something bigger was rumbling
underneath; yet here I am, unable to see
how the mundane through fried daze equals something more
than wasted efforts, limited moments squandered
following civilized corrals while metaphor
of freedom only applied to wide world wandered
through digital distractions - inside beyond shine
of sun promising something more than this dark "mine".
1 comment:
I always feel like something is greater on the horizon too. Have we been trained to think this way?
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