By Anonymous
Circle of my life
[a reaching
for dreaming
here’s to goals and beings that cannot coexist]
I expect
from the moment
I was six years old
to the moment
I am six feet under
there will be this never ending need
to please someone who won’t live to profit from the pleasure
I am moving forward
Transient versions of my life are toppling over and over
but still clinging onto old hopes
I don’t realise I’ve already dropped up along the road
The grass could be greener
The trees could be towers
The flowers could last longer
There are always stronger pastures
that I have to see
And once I do,
who do I find there?
Which dear person who I’ve been is here with me?
To bask in the silence and
catch the stunning forest growth?
Nobody. Not a soul.
I watch the sunset alone.
And realise yet again,
I want to leave.
“Let’s go”
I have somewhere new to be.
“Let go”
So I keep repeating