living in ignorance, a little while,
but, i believe, so i’m happy enough.
i find myself merging with my neighbor—
something in my story is off the cuff.
wondering how well i knew my parents,
should we have spent more time together?
the other side beckons, a land of gents—
promises of truth—tied to a tether.
getting a little closer to His love,
beliefs, for a while, carried my weight,
becoming something i’m dreaming of,
new parents, then, to match my state—
having remembered things incorrectly,
my new existence, now, fills in the gaps:
guess it could be off, intermittently,
but, for now, we’ve settled on the maps,
telling us that we, in fact, are family.
I’m certain, indeed, that pieces are there,
but the puzzle could go on like the sea,
drops of truth both here and everywhere
so maybe a part of me feasted, in part, alongside the bad, but i turned, didn’t i, to a rekindled flame, the passion, in fact, that would make us all the same? i atoned for the par-ty, the dragon i was chasing, feeling the connection that counts me a king.
remembering them, and Him, fondly enough—gleaned, certainly, an angle, as such; when i left, then, there’s no pointing the finger—seeing as how, do tell, good replaces what’s bad; considering, for a moment, that i could be bad, but, to consider it, counts me out