Doesn’t seem to matter.
The dream, what comes after
is the same grey slate.
The same new day.
Thought by now the haze would get clear
and I could just walk out of here,
but the forest is thick
and I can’t see the whole.
Each tree impedes me
and I can’t seem to see the road.
I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve.
I’ll get out of this.
I’ll make you believe.
I used to be
a wanderer of worlds,
but now I’m just
a wonderer with words.
Doesn’t make much sense,
but how does anything you’ve heard?
It sounds crazy,
but that’s how it is at first.
These grey starts
are just a part
of some greater path,
some higher art.
How do I
not lose my mind
if what I’m trying
makes it happen every time.
Be quick to laugh
and slow at anger.
Keep doing that
and you’ll have your answer.
The future just keeps on
coming faster,
so, I’m trying to slow down.
Not sure what this is now.
Sit and wait
for the sun to take the haze.
I know I’ll happen
any day.
Patience is long,
but so is the pain.
I’m no longer trying
to make my getaway.
I’d rather stay.
DJR – 2022
