They Ask Why Do You Go?
I go to seek... something.
I don't know what it is yet.
If it's a place, will I recognize it?
Will it pull me in,
give me shelter and rest after my journey?
If it is a feeling,
will I finally learn to sleep through the
night without nightmares, or melatonin, the
constant rattle of assistance just to feel,
safe enough close my eyes?
It is a smell?
Like the first real day of spring after
winter, where the snow has begun to
dissolve and you can see the tips of grass
reaching through to say hello, and the
kaleidoscope in the sky after a heavy
rain?
Will the breath of wet earth take me
home?
'If Ive learned anything at all this year,
It is that home is not a person.
This gullible heart cannot find refuge in
people, who's minds will change like That,
leave you lost and lonely without a second
glance,
Decide...