Lifetimes

While it’s true

If I can

Be only with

You for a

Brief time then

Let’s make that

Time be a

Lifetime for lifetimes

Aren’t the measure

Of age but

Rather of happiness

MyCarryOn

I did not

I never did

I had wanted

To go somewhere

Else yet found

Myself here in

A place that

I never imagined

And unable to

Understand or even

Speak the language

So muddle through

I did knowing

That one day

I eventually would

Be at the

Place that I

Had wanted to

Be rather than

The damned place

I’d been sent

So today with

Ticket in hand

Off I go

To my someplace

And not yours

CruelMinds

It is time

To put away

All my toys

To stop imagining

What could be

And finally accept

What will be

And never ever

Actually was except

In the cruel

Minds of children

ThisThingCalledResolve

From the bottom

One sees everything

Because most things

Only exist there

Way up there

Face in dirt

Crushed not crippled

I will once

Again yet again

Stand wobblier than

Before but nonetheless

Stand saying hello

To all those

Living up there

Goodbye

My fear of

What I eventually

Had to do

Was far worse

Than the thing

That I did

For when done

What was once

Fear turned immediately

Into my relief

As though for

So long I

Being a child

Had held my

Breath in some

Desperate hope of

Being noticed and

Now at long

Last I being

The man that

I had hoped

You would be

Finally breathe again

Such is this

Thing called goodbye