some of my old fears like distant canyon echoes
have reappeared
the need to be SEEN
The need to Prove
 the fear of irrelevance and the search for significance
 like snakes intertwined
on the healing tree

falling fruit unsavoured
rain on a river
a burning torch in the noonday sun
running from hell in swamp thick clay mud.. ok that last one is on mute
but the others echo,
i am forgetting my truths? am i re incarnating a defunct self

or am i just scared to trust my bliss. and doubting my joys

no this is not true either

Ahh
Im saying Goodbye.

No more baggage
no more obligations to falsehood

I am walking away
 saying Goodbye

This is Nostalgia

Dj
play my song