Tell me —
what is the idea of life you’re shaping?
You are right here in front of me…
but where are you going?
Your eyes dart far away…
What are you seeking?
The place you long to be?
Or the piece you’re missing?
Why won’t you look at me…
so I can look at you?
You’re resting on a couch —
but where are you falling into?
Your words drip out in rhythms of hollow.
Breath you’ve swallowed.
Your mind — shallow
And I?
I savor it all.
Where you are now —
I can no longer follow you.
Barriers built —
No space for me to step into.
Bricks —
I won’t lift.
Walls —
I won’t climb.
There’s no victory in this glory —
only sweet crime.
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Away, you’ve gone so far,
with your head held high,
embracing all that shaped you,
and your pride.
And in that place of glory,
where your bravery stays —
there, is where I meet you.
There — I see you again.