Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Hotel bed...

Running round
and round
The circles of life
Those cycles
they say we need

To know difference
To feel the shifting insides
of Growth
Hotel beds.
-Away from home.
Many hands to support me.
No longer you.
You may tire of me,
And I'm not who I used to be.
But where will I find home?
Journeys take us far
But I find near
Inside this heart
The story never ends.

Only I can find peace.
Not even you can give it to me.
This should feel lonely-
And yet, I breathe to know that I leave it up to me
Because we are all in a cricle
Lonely does not exit if I remember I am worthy
I can break from the concrete
I can fly
In City skies or Winter limbs

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