Being content and settling
For anyone or anything
That truly doesn’t inspire
You is no life
At all oh you’re
Breathing and eating and
Sleeping you’re acting life
Never accept what’s presented
For like food when
Full or drink when
Quenched there is disinterest
Life is to be explored
Death knows it’s way
Back at the start
Funny how life is
A series of finish
Lines whether we run
In a circle or
A line there’s always
A start and finish
At this point in
My life I think
That I’ll walk for
I have learned that
How quickly I get
There is of much
Less importance than that
I get there eventually
Go ahead and run
I prefer to stroll
Enjoying things I pass
It’s not that it’s
Over that bothers me
It’s the picking up
Of all the pieces
This thing of yours
That thing of mine
And what to do
With the things that
Are ours when ours
Is no longer a
Thing and remains nowhere
Where exactly is nowhere
Oh right I know
I’m smack dab in
The middle of it
Finally and at last
He said the words
We’re over we’re done
And now at last
I am free to
Be alone just me
Btw you have no
Idea how being free
Makes me absolutely happy
Freely free makes me
You do know right
That I fell in
Love with you long
Before I touched you
Like the flower that
Felt the sun’s warmth
Causing it to reach
Way higher beyond itself
And then when I
Touched you I knew
That I was your moon
Opposite but as bright
In my own way
We made each other
The things people see
They do belong together
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 