A sadness I chose


In mastering nothing
Seeking ownership
Lifeward loveward
Always poised to seek one or the other
Always heading in either direction
But my humanity allows nothing of purpose
It craves distraction
Never blameless I crave it too
I wander off popping my head into different scenes
Getting caught up in the music of the wanderers
The poetry of the homeless
The religion of the unbound
Searching as they do for the ultimate secret
Sitting at the foot of civilisation desperate to hear it
Then the street lights come on
And I'm lost
So far off everything looks the same
Do I ever remember to tie kites to the trees?
Kites to wave me back?
Back to the only journeys that matter
Lifeward loveward
The kites are ever instead in my tote bag
I would not tie them
Because I would not give up my distractions
The music, poetry & religion of the kindred
will forever beckon to me
So I retrace my steps
Knowing I doubled my journey
But happily skipping along
For this is a sadness I chose.

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