John W. (Coyote) Fox - Bridges

Where I once was, I long to be again.
Where I felt so free,
and I liked being me,
and I knew how it felt to have a friend.

Where I am now I'd like to change.
Here, I feel so scared,
and often quite impaired,
and would like my life to rearrange.

In my early life I never worried so.
But while my life evolved,
my problems were not solved
by always doing just what I wanted to.

Now I spend the countless hours of every day
like clouds that float,
or an unmanned boat,
willfully going with the stream, first this, and then that way.

So, when my life ends I'll not be concerned.
I will depart this useless tomb,
to enter yet another room,
and smother fires of bridges not yet burned.

John W. (Coyote) Fox

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