Slowly Drifting a Thousand Times
I am slowly drifting
To a place
Where I've been
A thousand times before
Everytime i stay
It seems
A new experience
Void of familiarity
Remembrance of what is real or not
Erased from memory
It's neither happiness nor excitement
But more like sadness, hopelessness
It is where myself lies down
Maybe for comfort
When nothing or no one seems to offer much
I am slowly drifting
To a place
Where I've been
A thousand times before
I try to shake myself
From numbness or over sensitivity
And bring familiarity back
To my memory
But, familiarity only meets
The hopeless feeling
In the midst of sadness
is the bridge
That I blindly cross
To slowly drift back to the place
Where I've been
A thousand times before.
I am neither the person
Of the present
Nor of the future
Living I am in the bubble
Of the past maybe
But, my slowly drifting
To a place a thousand times
Has shown me many glimpses
Of what the present
Or the future suggests
Wondrous are those glimpses
If I could just own them
And make myself real
I wouldn't care less or cry as much
But, surely as times change
When Christmas turns into Summer
When June roses become December blooms
I would slowly drift
The thousandth time
Aided only
by the familiarity
and wonder
of the beating
of my own
heart.
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