Little, Little Holes
I’m touching over my clothes
And I find a tiny hole
Tucked in the border of a seam
Hidden beneath my arm pit
Where no one can see
Except for me
It’s my little reminder how
Nothing’s really changing
Day in, day out, I wear
The same and the same
And it’s slowly wearing down
These things won’t withstand
The constant grind
I put them through
It’s so easy to take for granted
The simple parts I’ve used to
Display the person I am today
Yet I’m finding little holes
Wearing in to everything I have
I’m rebuilding the structures
Day by day to stay stable
But the foundation from which
I began is so far away now
So many pets I grew up with
Are now gone
I have one remaing grandparent
Soon to go
The home I grew up in is so
Far, far gone
And now…There’s little holes
In everything I own.
On Traveling.
Do you prepare to journey,
brave adventurer?
Do you prepare to leave this
home you’ve known?
Then listen to my warning,
my dear traveler,
For travel far away is risky
business indeed.
You may travel over mountains
through bitter cold
You may travel through deserts
in brutal heat.
There are many things to go wrong.
Please prepare for them.
But what I must warn you of is this:
Watch what you pack.
Watch what you pack,
You take more with you
Than you can imagine,
And you may lose it all
Or leave it all behind.
You carry every action
You’ve ever taken with you
You carry your beliefs,
And you carry your thoughts.
And these are your valuables
You can never guard.
Once you go outside your home
Once you really travel
Once you let your mind wander
To experience new life
You risk to redefine your life
And your thoughts on it.
No one can take these from you
Unless you let them.
Though there’s only room to carry
What you believe.
Everything you see may change you
Color the way you see,
There is no leaving it behind
You take what you believe.
Deep journeys will always
Enlighten the traveler
A world so different brings
New beliefs and more
From the adventurer who finds heaven
To the prodigy who returns to home
Remembering it for its ideal state,
The journey to someplace is a story,
But the journey back will manifest
A destination of its own inspiration.
As we unveil our eyes for summer nights
Or shroud ourselves for snowy days
Wherever we may go, things appear to us
And the good traveler makes room to
Carry them. So you, adventurer, prepare
To carry more than you ever expected
Because what you take and bring back
Will rebuild the world you return to.
Every wonder and misery will become
Some part of you, so beware, adventurer:
Once you leave your home’s border,
It will never be the same.
You can go wherever you can think of,
But you can’t come home again.
