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
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
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
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
Omg we wish
That we were
It that we
Were the thing
That what we
Hap hoped for
But never gotten
As though what
We always wanted
Had to ride
Shotgun
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 