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Chapters

Just take whats there as you can take things

Some aspects of it clearer

Others less 

With familiar complications 

A road is a road on days when you’re just out here 

No one to challenge your impressions 

Just a battle with you and the person you believe you should be 

Time after time wondering as time elapses 

I remember the harvest 

And the sun on the path 

I remember the useless conversations 

How simple it was and it being all it needed to be 

Doing it wrong as the breeze made it all right 

I remember waking up as others did 

Gathering in a circle after coffee and cigarettes 

We were nobody special with space to be nothing 

All anyone ever needs 

More or less 

Ryan Boos
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One response to “Chapters”

  1. arbog1gw Avatar
    arbog1gw

    Yes, these days you speak of in this fine piece, expose all one needs to be satisfied with life as long as one can immerse themselves in “the present.” A routine, a common goal, enjoying what the situation offers was always a wonderful feeling for me. But then the curious mind wants more; more answers to questions with no best answers, more judgements about where I should be at this point in life, more stuff to fill “make-believe” voids in life, more fear that going back to that old place in life is going backwards. But I have done duty to myself, I have chased “him down”, I have found him, I now know his place in this world. Yes, the questions still occupy his space, but he now explores them and puts them quickly into their rightful place.

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