Away - like my thoughts do nowadays
It was something about a prayer and you
Always you - it’s repetitive: circular almost
Enslaving: I’m learning to let those words drift
into the wind - as known
Escape from my thoughts and enter the wind
Many days have gone and in each I ponder a
Bit too long - and in each day I sigh and go
About caring slower - I revisit less and less
I’m told this is good - this is distance - this is what is
It is odd how reality is the moment. If and when
I stop my mind and deal only with that which is about
Me - I am at peace: enough food, shelter, laughs
Even that elusive digital currency is enough to
Carry me through - enough cats and kittens and living
Souls