To the woods and up trees
And got lost in space, in my head
And anywhere in between.
Crayons used to create borders,
you'd never dare cross.
I used to walk alone up creek beds
Turning over rocks looking for lizards,
And getting far from the shouting.
Always moving away from something.
Sometimes in step and sometimes stepped on
And so here I am on an edge once again
But there are no crayons,
to fix the edge,
or river rocks to turn over.
It's the tops of trees beneath me,
And instead of carrying a smile
I choose to hold these bags,
It's to the point that the trip has become more about getting this weight to the next peak,
the next stop,
the next turnstile.
It's nothing but old hats I used to use to shade my face
And old shoes that I thought carried me.
It doesn't sound like much,
But you'd be surprised
what a reflection can weigh.
I have become heavy,
I am told,
Often feeling like the stone you can't skip.
And so I keep going down these
Old dirt roads,
And believing because it is
And a road.
That this makes it an adventure,
But these aren't my roads.
I don't know these sign posts
And this is not the adventure I was looking for,
Feeling as if I am somebody else's shadow.
So my options are to turn around or
Get on the next plane to anywhere.
Though I know that going anywhere
Doesn't make it somewhere.
I've been running away for so long
That I've forgotten that back is also a direction,
So perhaps here is right where I should be.
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