Trading Places…

Wishing…

Wondering…

Whispering…

Deconstructing concrete paths…

Into a timeless existence…

of repressed faithful ways… 

Step by step…

He fails to comprehend…

why nostalgic bohemian verses…

feed his wandering diverging steps?

Why old dreams,

disguised as search,

that have not yet come an end…

Seek freedom 

from his uneasiness of mind…

From his insecurities of doubt…

From his abiding life…

….

The streets appear silent…

Like any Sunday afternoon…

Few nameless, 

faceless passers by 

blend into the urban landscape…

Within their orderly lives

of passions restrained

of accommodating routines…

His voice wanes… 

Deep into the bosom 

of wild trees breath…

In the distance…

Jaded memories return…

Wishing…

Wondering…

Whispering…

Deconstructing concrete paths

Into a timeless existence 

Of unconforming youthful ways…

And nostalgic bohemian verses…

feed his wandering diverging steps…

Xoanxo, 2018

 

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