I’ve learned to become a thief
Stealing time
Rearranging their reality
To better fit mine
Shattering glass that claimed to be a mirror
Redefining truths
For all to see clearer
That I was taking back what was mine
That no one is allowed to steal my time
Any longer
The fig tree by the house with no backyard
Always welcomed me
It was comforting and warm
Teaching me
A child I was
Not knowing death nor life
It taught me eternity
The fig tree in my grandmother’s house
Will always live within me
Time is slipping away
And I hoped you would stay
But I’ll be slipping too
I wished you well
I wished you good
I’ve done all I know I could
But time
Is my enemy and time is my friend
I wished I could see it till the end
But time is slipping away
And I will be slipping too
Don’t forget to nurture your soul
…
You lost your pieces
Those that made you, you
And now you wander
Forgetting what you loved
To do
I confused my soul
With my body
My degree with my intellect
My riches with my clothes
And I let my ego decide
What I was worth
She said she wasn’t hungry
The things that could never fit within a bag, are the things I desperately wanted to pack
💛
I’ve relied on the sun to shine
The moon to come back
The stars to glow
The trees to grow
But
Each had a cycle and a rhythm
They didn’t know
How fast I want to keep on running
So my heart
I’ll have to start
With you
I had wandered far
And after all
I found you
The thing that was never missing
The thing I refused to see
The missing piece was just me
.
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He left little pieces behind
God
A seed that grew from inside
And the tree
(You and me)
Forgot
The wider view
Stranger Paths 
