The Changeling
Everywhere the many shout and cry, always wanting,
And I know them, not because I listen, but I hear.
I see their faces before me, expectations,
For what I can't control, and can't do.
Time does not matter, it is just a reminder
of now, the past, and what is to come and why.
I no longer am me and the past is but a memory
that keeps me from other places and future times.
Trapped now in less thought and slowness of mind,
Longing for relief and the less of less.
I see a tunnel that I am in without end,
And reach for that I can't see but know I can be.
I will find my four walls and grasp them dearly,
for they will become my only haven in age and less.
But for now I must do amidst this forrest of plenty
of all those that shout and cry, always wanting..
Damien Daville
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