This ones for you,
so that we can run.
With ideas jumping out of our skulls,
recklessly into the floods of doubt.
With the souls of our feet pounding
on solid ground, away from whatever we wanted to run from,
this ones for you.
Not so you feel less alone,
not even so you know where to start-
only as an invitation,
an outstretched palm, if you will.
However you want to receive it,
this ones for you.
For whenever the time comes,
and the train is waiting.
For when the bags are packed
and the giant souls laugh at
how little everything seems to be,
but you won’t mind,
because this ones for you.
You with all the missed invites
and forgotten “I’ll text you later” ‘s.
You who stays at home every Friday
and Saturday and Sunday.
You who feels lost and misplaced,
this ones for you, and you are always welcomed here.