Possessions

Rescued and incurious as I dreamt to be In forever August where I’m still a child Wasn’t meant to be important, by a large degree But it did, and I am baffled why this changed my sight What I deemed as counted, weighted, and well measured Failed completely now, and all what is left Is that crooked smile over things I treasured So my world turned upside down leaving me bereft Seems I borrowed my whole life, and did not return Streets that I can live without, yesteryears snow All posessions that I had, were of nobody’s concern On my couch I sleep in peace, if you like to know.