Blown about the wind from being and not being with youIts time to come home
Willing myself to cut the strings that you keep tugging
As soon as I decidedly wander farther forever
I no longer puppet dance to the tune you play
My own rhythm in head,
I sojourn the vast horizons
of infinite possibilities
very poetically said. definitely hits home for me.
ReplyDeletei always enjoy reading your pieces :)
I love this.
ReplyDeleteCut the strings, you will be more than okay. As you said yourself, there are infinite possibilities.
xo