at twenty two where to

when the balance fades from high to no
and the dreams escape this distorted reality
and the education becomes a chore
needing doing like cleaning the pipes
and the friendships go stale like my unfresh baked buns

where to?

I saw great aspirations
I REALISED great things
I met wonderful creatures
I learned so many layers are yet to be unwoven

but I know my fragility means time to heal is longer than I thought
and careless waivering in my path
is not true to this sublime goal

oh, but the experiences!
they define this being with ferocious bite
I can’t even articulate the exhaustion caused
by LIVING such a well-rounded life

at twenty two – this fortress found itself
impenetrated

all the better to rally the troops, repair the holes
and go on protecting this spirit for another
chance to experience.

September 4th, 2004 7:00 pm
Book 1 - "Concious", Poetry |