Still
First things first,
Sometimes things are better off left unsaid
Those are the words I said to myself
Biting my tongue, the last time we spoke
And now wondering if saying those things
Might have made all the difference
In the world
Now you are gone, and I am here
Wondering about my life and its purpose
How things might have been different
If you were in it
These days I go where the wind blows
Purposefully homeless, I call it
Because it sounds much cooler to call it that
Drifting from state to state, country to country
Whether by boat or by truck and trailer
It all leads down the same untraveled road
Destinations yet unknown, unseen, or unheard of
That’s where my heart goes
These itchy feet refuse to be still
They want to be on the road
My stone continues to roll
New places, new faces, a new stasis
Everywhere I travel I wonder
If this might be the place
That rings true
Perhaps it’s there,
That my heart
Can once again
Be still
--All my writings are at mraymus.medium.com
Copyright © Matt Ray | Year Posted 2021
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