I made a choice
To live in
A different atmosphere
With only some in my social sphere
A place away from home
Or rather my original home
Cause I was brought up here
But doesn't feel the same here
It's so amazing
How people change, for instance
My lovely neighbours
Don't even care to meet me once
And now I live In my home
Away from home
Alone but not sad
Cause I don't repent on choice I made
So strange is this feeling
Coz when I was back there I
Laid sleepless alone
Dreaming of this home
Now I understood the thing
Place doesn't make life
It's the people among us who do
And so I feel bad too
But I don't feel low
Cause my dad told me once
You must make a choice to take a chance
Or your life will never change
Wow. That is so true. You
Wow. That is so true. You have to make home in your heart. Sounds like you are on your way home. Your Dad gave wise words.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks
Thanks
#Insomniac
About Change
The older you get, the less the need for change and an increase in the need for things like quiet, peace, stability, habit. Cycles, we live in them, embrace them like neighbors who are shy, create a world around us for us until we realize that create and world are for other people. Acceptance must be earned, being odd is being human, rejection comes when you self actualize but then aware and whole, others are relegated to the realm of maybes.
.
~Lady A~
11-30-13
2:35p
.
.
Thanks
Thanks
#Insomniac