And when the dust finally unsettled,
When my unwritten epilogues,
Started staring competitions,
With my unstated intentions…
Rocking the liberty bell until it broke,
As I bottomed-out the bell curve with all my back paddling,
It was time.
And while time saved stitching in zip locker bags,
I wasted oceans just watching,
Sunset over seas of water-course-language,
And I swear…
I’ll never go back there again.
By the time my voice was found,
Unpacking these poor metaphors,
Once lost somewhere in the baggage,
It was already time to move on.
I never made it to
Ran right out of time,
So we never really had
But it sounded good,
Going ahead at these break neck speeds,
And like Rick said,
I stick my neck out for no one.
Seeing road signs,
That point to nowhere,
Or back to themselves,
In this tautological limp back ho-
...to where I came from.
So I need reminding,
With some directions at hand,
That this is where I’m at,
I am home,