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NOTHING REMAINS
Why should I wander around morosely
In the broken shards of my past?
Ruins so old they have stopped smoking
The fires cold, the dust settled
Nature already efficiently reclaiming them
With new life and growth
Let these shattered remains resolve themselves
Do not seek me there, I am gone
To a new place in the welcoming woods
To a life I built myself with my own hands
A home comfortable and fitting
For who I am this fine and glorious new day
A day my reinvented self will celebrate the best ways I can
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