I mean some point of view
Other than my own
Pretty soon life feels like
A hamster wheel,
Retreading iterations of
The same old patterns, but
Coming into the long era
Where I am my own,
I begin to examine the
Universe of my riches, past,
Those treasures,
I remember all
The best
And cast off, forgetting
All the rest, because
I finally found a toehold
In my sea change,
Enough so I can ask
The past, and that
Takes some courage,
What now makes sense?
While some things are still
The same, I’m looking
For the fire.
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