Eventually
Shining from the window
Pull me to a familiar path
To wander into a dusty field
A forest glenn
The room of wrath
Dear God, thank you and why?
Time flies. He said I’ll be changing every day. I’m not who I was and I am, it stays the same. I still like heat and walking. What else?
People and language are it. Put me in a room and I will listen. When I go home I punch the air and run a little bit. When it’s hot I can handle a lot. I can anyways. No one calls me their baby. I’ve been back to it lately.
I asked him, what do people need from you? Hope being the main thing, he told me about playing the system. It’s so true. I did that but it’s not about me.
I can’t bring myself to really write about it. Eventually.