conventionally unhappy and afraid to let go

the familiar can be the dreaded unpaved road

waking to the known

lost in your own home

some much wind within

but as time bends

the lines of change become seeds of blame

what is there to gain from life's refrain

its coarse lanes be covered with glitter

and splinters

why be better when your best leaves you less

giving all to your nothing

dine on the edges as it loses its warmth to start

accustom to falling in love with a lovers with no heart

as each wave crashes the shores of time

love has kept the rhythm of our rhyme

staying tethered with prayers never to

unwind

as my mind's mind

exist only due to your kind

my purpose is lost


© KnoWhere