Free inside the room allowed to lock
However such pleasures bring traps
Becoming isolated and forgetful
Not in the sense of the small things
Rather going shopping and forgetting the list
-
Had to make do with memory
Remembering the vegetables was easy
The miscellaneous items were fruitless
Just had to eyeball the aisles  
Keep my head down in case spotted by someone familiarly unpleasant  
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A pretty girl from school worked at the shop
Wanted to see if she was still as beautiful
However that made me nervous
Why couldn’t everything be like the vegetables?
Made my way to checkout
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Headed home with heavy bags
Trying to be careful as to not crush anything
Which reminded me with a pang
Forgot to buy the ****** eggs!
Mood soured as that was my breakfast
Too late to head back that would be embarrassing
What if the girl saw me and made for an entirely avoidable kerfuffle
-
Now awkwardly thinking what to have for breakfast
Arrived just outside my doorstep
The next door neighbour to the left was just leaving
How unfortunate and horrific
We asked each other how we were and conversely felt quite pleasant
Vented about my eggs fiasco which was met with love
My neighbour went inside and bought out a chicken

I've come an awfully long way,
But of course I'm not done going.

Someday you'll prove yourself,
Never let them falter your way.

Sadly not, I won't be here tomorrow,
I'll be somewhere else, someone else.
though I'm not talking about different life,
and I'm not talking about same old death.

I am talking about time that is timeless.
I am talking about placeless place.
About some kind of Hell-free Heaven,
some kind of greener grass Universe.

I'm not talking about having a choice,
or some signs of hope that'd be showing,
but about clocks like broken toys,
and maps like some nursery drawings.

I am packing my stuff - it's not easy:
been unpacking things my whole life.
Feels like turning the course of dry river,
or the blood painted hands of  time.

**** the happiness, **** the sorrow,
no more heartful and dreadful a-roving.
Blind man's shadow - my guide I will follow.
Only future me knows where I'm going.

You won't get to where you're going,
if you don't actually go.

lately, time's an unremembered ghost
floating thin and haunting me with empty sound
and if I need to yell
to send it back
I'll open my mouth and I'll bring it down

what's been asleep's dissolved into the air
I'm back and the trees are a little fuller,
faces more beaten
time is winning
but if I need to blow it up to clean it,
I will

when I see you, sour light around you
I wonder if it's because you never left
and your eyes do not change
they never did
but I feel you crumbling hiding in the black

I want to wash you up
get you better
get you better
pull the little roots up
get you, better

lately, time's an unfriendly ghost
floating thin and haunting me
with empty sound
and if I need to yell, to send it back
I will open my mouth just to bring it down.

Whatever you do, remember you were, you will be, and you are

Great.