Hazy Acres

Believe what you need to 

However

You end up back here 

Choose wrongly 

Which is right

As if you need to grab that little thing 

To get back here 

Could take five years 

To find that one thing

Yourself hiding in a tree

In another city 

And you must go through them 

To get to you 

And color hearts and souls 

As they color on yours 

But it will come back to the time 

When you’ve searched

Found in the distance 

The tiny missing sliver of yourself 

Resting under a quilt on a mountain 

Tucked into an embrace 

Warm from the shards of devastation 

Yet you’ll come back 

Here

Your time is an open string 

Inside a box with very solid beginnings and ends 

One more thing said 

And hidden away to avoid it 

You’ll wake up back in the place 

Pulled from the forts of thin veils 

You’ve created somewhere else 

One day as you are not paying attention 

Gusts will disappear you 

Again the story turns its first page 

After reading as much as you need to 

Where you will not end up 

Where is not here 

And you’ll always be here 

Inevitably