The Wheel of Now & Then

I’m trying to put into words
how it feels to breathe
alongside the ocean and
consider all the change.

I’ve wandered, so long without discipline,
on a simple mission for truth.

To map out what’s boundless
and keep my head above the flood

of this unbelievable world
and in my deepest of hearts

I think it’s unlikely
I’ll ever know how it feels to be anchored.

You see my foundation is not
weight, but a storm. Sweet survival

and relentless tides, swaying
with incomprehensible gravity.

Tomorrow, I’ll discover why I was
wrong yesterday. I’ll feel shame
until nostalgia licks me all over
in a sheer form of warmth;

I am only and all
what is youth and discovery.


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