Dread, I do, Going back
for more reasons than one.
Here, anonymous
a nobody!
Back home,
somebody's dream
somebody's expectations
somebody's boss
somebody's ex-love
Dread, I do, going back
to the same morning
the same day
the same responsibilities
the same burdens
Dread, I do, going back
to being a boss
a manager
a torch-bearer
of a thousand expectations
of a thousand expectations
Dread, I do, going back
to being a son
a friend
a man of the world againDread, I do, going back
to the days
of memories
of familiar streets
of familiar people
of familiar love
longing in its want.
of memories
of familiar streets
of familiar people
of familiar love
longing in its want.
Dread, I do, going back
knowing fully well
she will not await me
neither will she be around
to share my life with me
Dread, I do, going back
to not loving.
wishing it
desperately
not allowing.
wishing it
desperately
not allowing.
Dread, I do, going back
to who I am!
Stay here, I wish
a stranger
a nobody.
~ 25th July 2010.a nobody.
These are posts I wrote on a tissue sitting at a local bar in Prague in January 2010.
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