i almost forgot
what it felt like
to be free and connected
to see beauty manifest
i neglected
that part of me
that part of me
traded in wonderment
in search of riches
a stability that
destabilizes
destabilizes
took a while to
realise-this
realise-this
took a while to wander
to wonder, to wander
flash of lighting, roar of thunder
flash of lighting, roar of thunder
it took a while
I almost forgot
what it was like
to write to live to be
free
from a certain branded
freedom
it took a while
days that felt like lifetimes
it was the right time
to return to
it took a while
days that felt like lifetimes
it was the right time
to return to
the cemetery
to Apollo
the cold night bus
joyous sorrow
east street
recalling memories
of the glory days
with comrades of old
its all coming back to me
these days
back to being
a wandering bum
flitting in and out
of social gatherings
yet to succumb
to earthly weariness
yet to succumb
to earthly weariness
brixton to kings cross
relearning
the art of the doss
relearning
how to be lost
(the found kind)
relearning
how to be lost
(the found kind)
Alhamdulillah
i almost forgot
what it felt like
