I find love and I run with it
I find love and it runs away.
I find shelter and I run to it
I find shelter. And run and stay.
I find problems and run from them
I find problems and they run towards me.
How much does it matter?
To wish on a dead star?
How much does it matter,
To be blind to realness.
I pick up, only to be dropped down later
I pick up my face from familiarity.
I don't ask who I am.
I ask what I'm doing here.
I don't know where to go or where I'm going,
I vaguely remember where I'm from.
How much does it matter?
The breeze on the winter leaves?
How much does it matter.
To struggle through today.
I find shelter and run to them
I find shelter. I'm blind whilst I stay.
Absence is weakness, but only for the mighty.
But I, am not that hero.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoesíaThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
