I was hoping to grow some roots...
To slow down and get comfortable.
I'm not looking to travel the World anymore
I just want to find a place to call home....and not feel stuck.
Somehow I always end up back here...
On a train, not sure where I'm going
Not lost, just wandering.
I've found fertile land.
And watched beautiful things grow
Only to be plucked one by one
Entire neighborhoods sucked dry
By the promise of a penny.
I would like to think that this time it will all go right,
But I know better.
We still have knots to untangle.
We still don't realize what we are.
Sometimes it hurts
And sometimes it is the only thing I can find comfort in
Everything is always changing.
So I just sit here
Watching the scenery change as it always does
Trying to muster every bit of inspiration that I can.
To share it with whoever will listen.
I've been knocked down quite a bit
But I always seem to muster up something.
These words are hardly much
But they are all I have right now.
If they make you turn your head in another direction
Then I guess they were good for something.
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