Where are you? I need you.
I’m trying to hold on to spring but I keep grasping thistles
So much has happened
Where do I take you first?

I found out that nobody was listening-
Not even the ones who pretended best
They only tolerated what I had to say but never understood
They seemed so sage but I just don’t get it.

I tried walking and reading and thinking
But you could have told me I should have done nothing
Something always comes from nothing
Like a flower or a dream.

So will you help me?
Can you guide my hand to something better
Guide my feet to cool waters
Take me where I should have gone before?

But lo they are calling me
Again with their words I can’t fathom
Their places so uniform and constrained
Maybe I can show them release.


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