Unfinished Poem

would you trade

What if life could be brand new

Would you trade in everything you knew

 

What kind of spice might be out there waiting for you

Away from your chains your prison your you

 

Could you just shed them, remove them, slither yourself out of them

Shake them all off

 

All those moments when you understood everything, 

Where you made sense of everything and penetrated to reality

 

It’s a never ending a。。。。。