and just like any other stage;
we’ll find cold and warm seats,
applauses and boos,
emotional lumps and all that.
Life is a major stage-
dotted with transitions,
Goodbyes and welcoming roses.
we move out
we move on
we move up
we leave home and venture into the unknown.
Where have you been?
Oooh where have I been?
I never left-maybe my voice, and my shadow.
But between then and now:
I stood on the edge a thousand times,
with the life-giving air beckoning,
calls of the unknown whispering my name.
I caught cold,
But someday I found the balls-
more of a scratch on them pair,
And I lept.
The edge does things to your soul-
I grew a pair-
not of balls this time BUT wings.
I let the winds carry me,
drifting me to wherever they blew.
Trusting in the tag of gravity and staying afloat;
-death and freedom-
Where have I been?
I never left…maybe my voice, and echoes of my shadow.
But between then and now; I looked for home-
in the eyes of strangers,
in the scents of foreign food,
in the streets without names,
in an away land-where the sun sets late.
And yes I found home
Right here, where I left.
We all leave home-
in search of whatever that calms the tempest in our souls.
Other times we leave home-
buoyed with the spirit of adventure,
venturing beyond our caves,
in search of ourselves, maybe a thrill.
Sometimes we loose ourselves
other times we get scared by the man on the mirror
and, we retrace our steps back,
More like finding our footprints on sand.
We comb every thought, every memory, anything familiar
and there before us are bits and bits of what used to be.
Little dots of what our lives have become,
and we join them dots seeking that line we crossed.