This Old Dog
These times come, these times go
I feel like I am everywhere and nowhere at once
That I have a home and that I am completely lost, at the same time, suddenly
I once felt that maroon and gray were what I was meant to surround myself with, though at that time I felt the most alone and lost in myself and nothing at all
Where I felt a lot more than I think I’d ever had, negatively
Now I view doughy walls and transparent panels as a catalyst,
That will one day maybe take me to where I’m supposed to be












