Night Sky

Sometimes I get to thinking about where it is we live. Is it here or there? Is it then or now? I know where it is I spend most of my time.

It’s not like I enjoy it there, it eats away at me. Was I too this? was I too that? why did I? why didnt I? Why did it take so long?

Can I get to a place where I am the person I wanted to be? Can I get to the place you and they needed me to be? What direction leads me there?

I always come back to this stream, this generous brook that gives me such peace

To let my mind calm itself and enrage itself openly

And there it is, the open sky, free from traffic and ads and phones

The same open sky were all born from

The same one that leads me to these questions, that leads me answer some and seek the others.

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