Am I so generous?
Handing my power over
Now the property of others
Sometimes mostly
Often mainly
How kind I am to permanently loan
My power lives further than undecided boundaries
Because I dumped it
Somewhere on busy street corners
Lost amongst the bustle of unchartered souls
I just keep giving and giving
And giving
Yes, the odd occasion may arise when I collect
But someplace or somewhere or someone will own it again
Loosing a grip of myself has become a habit
Misunderstood patterns have become my absolutes
So what? I may feel a little disjointed
Sound may bounce off empty walls
Jarring such sensitive systems
And roots may loosen
They never sat firmly within familiar soils anyway
But I’ve not known myself other than this
Because the majority of me has been deposited elsewhere
Am I so generous?
One thing I know for sure
Time travel exists
Truth!
They say tomorrow is a new day but my days resemble those I’ve lived before
And I’m most certain that all I gave still lives in my pocket
Am I to be selfish?
To take one of two
I could sever the cord
Releasing my addictions to warped perceptions
Leaving behind what’s given
Or I retrieve
Inviting home shady grains I so willingly brushed off
Rewarding the return of all that I don’t want but need
Either way, I wait
I’ve waited not so patiently for others to bring me pieces of them
But what crap they gave me
So this generosity of mine
Misquote
Abandonment
Who the hell wants that?
So I’m keeping
My choice
My power
Product recall of all that belongs to me
Only I know how
But really, how?
I know, I know
Only I know how
