Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'm Going Home


So you left.
I'll never catch up to you.
I'm too old to chase you around.
You're too green, I'm too blue.

Run on then.
I hope you find your way.
Don't get lost in the real world.
You can't trail bread crumbs from today.

I'm too old to see that far
to find you if you are alone
so don't lose yourself...
I'm going home.

"bread crumbs from today..."

brilliant metaphor, dixie

judih

judih, thank you so much, I'm honored by your comment

Intimidated sense
(refusal, recompense):
have I so or do I have
to cower still
for the question of free will?

White picket death-stake fence—
for boundary marker—whence
division breaks: pain is borne
and turns to face
such liminal blank space.

And most of matter dense:
fictitious opulence.
Form veils voids of mass and thought,
so my designs
take on shape when truth resigns.

So thank-you for the lens
of panic-stricken sense,
who you ever turn out truth—
Intimidate:
heaven’s second pearly rate.