Detached from myself
Detached from my soul
Detached from my past
Detached from my future
Detached from who I am, who I was and who I want to be.
I tire from the complexities of the world.
Friendship, suffering, sadness and love
All affairs of the heart, perplexing and confused
Like a vertigo of a mirage
I no longer feel, I no longer love, I no longer care
I am no longer.........
Most of his life In the Air
Free as a bird, contented as a lark
Each day he grew day by day
Some say he is odd, some think he is different
A unique individual he is.
Many places he hath Travelled, the east, the west and those in between
From Germany to China
Long distance no less
Gay memories and heartaches with many amidst
He gives his heart without complaint
a love he dedicates uncompromised
Yet his kindness has been repaid
By deceit, betrayal and many a lie.
He has given his heart 100%
yet his ROI 0%
Travelling without a happy ending in sight
His heart grows numb, his body lays weary
He decides to take flight again
Never landing, never resting
Always moving, always learning
He has hurt from the past, he looks for the future.
The question is: "How will this story end?"
"If we find love along sixth avenue, can we find marriage in a building?"
Have I really moved on?
I feel my body, I don't feel my heart
Displaced and contorted, 2 entities apart
My head says YES, my heart says NO.
Should logic precede everything in life OR
should the heart be the centerpiece of life
Like a vagrant who wanders in the vast desert
Searching for the sacred oasis he knows he cannot have
He has seen its mirage, he has sniffed its scent.
Is it real he will never know.
He should have moved on but still he persist.
365 days of searching for a myth
He finally gives in
the wear and tear
the tiresome journey has taken him nowhere
He stumbles across a tiny well.
Sheltered, dependable source of life
He aches from the past
He recovers from the hurt
He decides to abode at the well
His lifetime commitment to a everlasting bond.
Yet once in a while, he looks to the past.
he knows he shouldn't but he does
What if he could but he can't
Turn back time to 365
Just one time,
to let him find,
the sacred oasis that eludes his time
We will never know....
"We must learn to let go of the past to make space for the future -Gary Lee"
