THE RUT I CAN’T GET OUT OF

Can you bear the naked plains?

or the cosmos objective, without judgement?

You can try to hide among the chimes

Or saddle up and ride into a glorious sunset

But what will you leave behind for the ones left behind?

What will be your surplus or your stock?

What’s was on your mind 

when you decided to leave the flock?

 

To you disarray makes sense

You cuddle up among the remnants

You submerge

 

Sweet Lotus don’t you cry

I breathe for you Lotus

please dry your eyes