A Long lost love ran itself outside the confines of a pen. So I walked away backwards Until there was too much tunnel to see the light at the end. Safe not sorry Contradictory to the wind Disinclined to tread lightly, I packed a chest full of affliction. There is comfort in silence And delight in the bat of his eyelids… But when the stars align I wonder- if insanity really points skywards? Or is perpetual direction more wild than climbing? Here This place Isn’t it the same place I’ve always been! And where are you my friend of no friend Between the lines Hiding as the seekers do when I count to ten Juvenile diversion I feel alive again This time I’m Marching forward But Where do I begin?