The Price of Detachment

Is there a price for detachment
A soul empty now
The feeling, the knowledge
You're so out of reach

 

Would you pay the price gladly
Accept all the debt
Do you feel it somehow
Do you rue of the choice

 

Would you turn back time
If only to gain
The piece that's been lost
The piece with no name

 

Do you know what is missing
Do you know what is lost
Was it something too vital
Or simply unneeded

 

Does it change who you are
Does it change who you've been
The price of detachment
The change from within

 

The price of detachment
Was there ever a choice
Has it ever been
Too steep of a cost

 

The price of detachment
A price all must pay
At some point in our lives
We all play the game

 

Is it only a lie
Or some greater truth
Is it a force of some evil
Or some hidden good

 

Does it make you feel worthy
Or fill you with doubt
Can you bear it, the weight
The price of detachment

 

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[intangible_soul]

Ahhh... I really loved reading this. I loved the simple form, and the way where by asking questions, you are actually guiding the reader to the answers.

For me, detachment has been a means of survival, for a very long time. Not in all things, but in that which brings me most pain. The price is, never allowing myself to look back. There may be some good things to look back at, but in my fatalistic way of viewing life, I tend to throw the baby out with the bath water.