Break off the old blinders.
Big picture time.
Leave the little things behind.
Water down the river.
Long past time
I’ve jumped in it.
Long past time
I made the decisions
that let me be
and stopped stopping me.
It isn’t enough
to want it.
Desire
is a fire lit
that if not doused
burns down the house
and everyone in it.
Fear was never
a good best friend.
It always brought a bottle,
but never had
a hand to lend.
Waking up,
head in the clouds.
Thought I fell asleep
on the ground,
but now,
here I am.
Talking to myself again.
Hoping I’ll listen.
hoping I’ll question.
Hoping this time,
I’ll finally pay attention.
The lesson is over.
School’s been out
all summer.
Too many wasted days
make life a bummer.
It goes too fast.
But at last
I’m using my whole eye,
by whole mind.
Am I?
Sure feels different
this time.
Walking down
one last long goodbye
and reach for the horizon line.
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HG – 2022
