Jerry Zarley - How I miss what I once wasn't

Poetry - How I miss what I once wasn't

The road of endless choices reached its end and I can travel only left or right.

From where I came, sandy little beach trees gallantly pranced through the exquisite realm of my heart.

Nothing gained and nothing lost, just a sensitive little kamikaze bird with nowhere to go.

Trapped in the mist of a dusty day, the mind works its magic to reach an unknown goal.

The soul, it’s not really protected by the outer crust because symptoms of the universe eventually find their way.

Hate encourages and love discourages, disrupting the balance of the consciousness sent to protect.

Select, the goofy little cockatoo zig-zagging from the Northeast, or follow the yellow brick golden troll road straight to prosperity.

Laughing and crying, running and standing in the middle of the T, I ache to go forward, but I chose left just to reach another dead end.

The gallantly prancing little beach trees and the sensitive kamikaze bird would have gone forward.

Oh, how I miss what I once wasn’t.

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