Light.

What am i?

What are my options?

Am i this or that...?

Lift.
I ...up.....

...and OuT.

You had me, you knew me, -could you tell?
Could you taste it?

I deep sigh.

I wanted too much.
Wanted just enough.
Just a little bit.
A piece.
Of peace.

..And Light.
Where am i now?

So far that i am unclean?
Are my words betraying you?
Betraying the trust that i would always be ok?
How is YOUR drama?
Weak?
Need props?

I am empty.
And it is not enough for you......
Does my hurt help you?
shall i become the slave, the servant and the master?
--who would listen anyhow....
...you only have ears for yourself.....

Take me back to the garden, return my heart to the wilds, my mind to the revolution that i can see......in ordinary folk.
Sweep the streets,
drive the bus,
serve the coffee.

Fit in
and Reveal Yourself.

I am forced to need no-one....for that is the only one here with me now.

My friends are...like...masks....or...smoke

The wind has blown them away...and i see......


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