August 1, 2019

If you come looking for me

You'll likely find me in an unfamiliar place,

Where the wallpaper's the same,

The decor mostly unchanged,

But with a rarely seen peace.

The directions remain true,

The freeways and hallways worn down

With the tread of demand,

A kind of circadian cycle where sound

Has replaced white noise for a few.

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As you come looking for me,

Realize I am still defined by restricted space,

Where the conditions are constant

But the condition has widened

To appreciate new horizons I can see.

Maybe the tweaks take the credit?

Maybe I needed incisions to evolve?

The window can stay sullied,

But the sun doesn't dissolve,

My resolve feels even more wedded.

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When you come looking for me,

Don't worry about invading my space.

Previous positions could strike me as unsafe.

Now I know how to manage in a fair way,

Focused, not bothered by the could-have-beens.

To breath and to dream,

To release and to debrief,

To see the forest and the trees:

Those who come to see me,

Please don't spoil this unfamiliar place.