driven by the hands of time
to go somewhere unexpected,
where words aren’t spoken just to steal trust,
where I’m able to run away,
no, fly-
soar- away
with only my words as my guide,
and where I don’t have to dream about being someone else,
because I am that person now.
where a “now”
is all there really is-
I don’t see,
or feel,
and won’t let myself think about what’s gone-
done-
because it is exactly that- done.
I want to go somewhere
where I’m not pining about the future
because whatever happens,
happens on its own.
I decide to let control go
of what can’t be restrained-
couldn’t be anymore,
and that includes me.
somewhere I do only what I know I can,
am the person I’ve always been,
and the rest of the people
can be themselves too,
where we’re alone, but finally,
together.