This poem will probably be reworked int he future..it needs a bit of aging and it's experience is one that hits me periodically. I think in this age where it is easy to slip into rhythms that lull us to waking sleep..especially if we have work that we chose for money over loving what we do that it is possibly a common phenomena.
Distant Life
I saw life happening
Outside my window
A man on the hill
Showing me the way
Reminding me
Of a long lost day
When I too ventured
Into the sun and living
Triggered a longing
To find a map back
To a Life truly lived.
Right before I turned
And went back inside
To my virtual existence.
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