There will never be a straight path to where you want to go.
We meander and wade through the soundtrack of our lives
we might never get there.
I see you twisting your body round the desk as you,
write this, write me, write them away.
How many seconds did you
before considering your underlying regret?
Go straight, turn left and left again and still,
you might never get there.
What tethers us to this spot?
What unknowns have we buried, have we uncovered?
Today, I read that two scientists found fossils of a giant carnivore
and I wondered at their bones.
Did they rest easy?
Did they sprint?
Did they get to where they needed to go?
I give up too easily and talk too much to stay here.
So i turn round, head back and decided that
right here and now,
is where I needed to be.
Sometimes we pause to wonder about it
Sometimes we just let it slip into our subconsciousness
I realise now that it is okay to remain as is, here