(no subject)
some day, the Sage,
worn and jaded
from what may be
too much experience
and influence,
will gently take me
by the hand
and lead me back
to the carefree,
unbiased days
she will dissolve everything
i have come to know,
and i will learn
to let go of the stones
that I never asked for-
the ones i never wanted
when i had them
she will lead me
to the exact point
where i ought to be
when my suitcase is packed,
when my letters
have been written,
and carefully placed
into personally
addressed envelopes
i'll gently take myself
by the hand,
holding my one-way ticket
in the other,
and accompany myself
starting at the end,
as a light
on my journey
back to the beginning
worn and jaded
from what may be
too much experience
and influence,
will gently take me
by the hand
and lead me back
to the carefree,
unbiased days
she will dissolve everything
i have come to know,
and i will learn
to let go of the stones
that I never asked for-
the ones i never wanted
when i had them
she will lead me
to the exact point
where i ought to be
when my suitcase is packed,
when my letters
have been written,
and carefully placed
into personally
addressed envelopes
i'll gently take myself
by the hand,
holding my one-way ticket
in the other,
and accompany myself
starting at the end,
as a light
on my journey
back to the beginning