Tumbleweed
Belonging,
that overrated aged albatross
Slung
onto and over as well as dragged in a truss
It lets
go when traditions are trashed and mashed
Involuntary
is the crack, but then the world is washed
New
beginning finds disdain for what was ordained
Realization
home is nowhere when feigned
Made your
own soul into identity that fits nowhere
Rolled
down and blown thru’ into somewhere
Always
wondering if it’s now home but always chrome
Veneer
disappears and falsity rust crumbles leaving you alone
This is
strength or a foolish mirage supplied by mind
For the
world clings to crutches in clutches but you refuse that slime
No
certainty anyway, so sacrificing is fear on delay
True love
the panacea, in reality the anesthetic in play
But that
elusive emotion of dedication is all
Tumbleweeds
understand for they stand tall
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