It took some time to get here.
The metronome of silver stands tick off
the choices I still don't know how to make.
I'm far behind my mission.
But, I hear, I'm right on time.
Can't seem to speak kindly to my insides.
The guilt of making it rain with time.
I made amends with the wrong path.
My roots are wide but shallow.
Here, I speak the symptoms.
There, I find the cause.
Cold fingers reach for the wobbles of light
cutting through the shadows.
I know I'm already there. It's already done.
Why do I feel half of the whole?
I see myself through another set of eyes.
What am I doing?
What have done?
I've found myself in another space.
Picked up, like a child,
and carried to the door to another life.
I have opened the door.
Now, I'm trying to adjust
to the momentary blindness of my ignorance.
It took some time to get here.
Do you know the way?
