Amigos collect in groups and greet with shyness,
Hugs and cheek kisses have gone way by us,
Wanderlusting put on hold,
To take the step would be too bold.
Across a network, comments creep and capture bitterness in the deep,
Moments lived words once said,
I wait to get the go-ahead.
Professionals show up, amateurs get in the way,
who is to say has the right
The sun which warms my face through the wind,
disappears at night.
The form of an isolated tree on a shadowed hill.
Clouds that move without awareness appear still.
Cotton against my skin brushes oe’r my shoulder,
Your understanding of me
As I become older.
Wheels can only turn on roads that are smooth,
grey in the gravel dirt in the groove.
The tapping of fingers east and west
It is time to stop it is time to rest.
But sleep has never been on my mind
A circle of want, an axe to grind.
I’m not ready,
to lay down my tools to die,
The world still turns and so do I.
Forgive me if I run ahead,
Forgive the lost and learned friends,
I wave goodbye to must and need
I wave goodbye to haste and greed.
Forgive the ones who seek themself,
To nourish only with self-care,
Forgive them all for in their blindness
They cannot see the love out there.
I cannot sleep my eyes are open wide
Forgiving all I hold inside
Too much to do to speak my mind
That one day I shall leave behind.
and please stay kind.
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