There lingers something within me
I’m yet to understand.
It’s nature and mine intertwine like
lovers chained together.
If one were to remove the chain
would they touch no longer or rather
love each other all the more.
I’ve learned not to fear what I do not
understand within myself.
As this too is a part of me, as I am
To keep that constant reminder with
age as not to forget who we are
as we become
Who we were as we become
Who we are
In age as I travel among these
feelings and thoughts
There are some things to be kept
Some things to be watched
and watch without turning my head
Dare I step without dragging a foot
Changing always even if I don’t wish
to pull away
Rather shall I carve my way
and keep a few as others fade
and keep a few while keeping face
Maybe I won’t lose my trace
I guess I don’t like being lonely
I prefer spending time
We’ve spent the whole day
I think it’s too early to end the night
But it’s okay You can leave
As soon as I fall asleep
Play a game with me
In the seasons of my self
Maybe we will get lost
As time passes in moments
We may find perspective again
Now I’m becoming the friend I would have wanted
and even more so the friend I needed.
The kind of person who has the perspective I lacked.
Especially when I was off they would know
and they would help me understand it.
Even if I wouldn’t have asked for the help I needed…anyway.
I wonder who began this
tangled mess, was it some
game of mazes or an
intertwining of jests