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.
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