Walking Home.

(NOTE - I MODIFIED THIS POEM 11/13/07)


Damn creative urges.

Maybe once I post this bit of poetry I'll be able to concentrate on the other kind of nerdy writing. Unfortunately it definitely calls on different parts of me to write about experiencing episodic memories and writing about the science behind them.

Life is good, Although I'm not as hardworking/motivated as I feel should be.

But here's a poem I've been toying with on and off for the last couple weeks:

Walking Home.

The wind was cool I breathed you in,
You felt cold but the sun shined when I loved
From Halloween to Christmas memories shine
In lights outside and heat within
And you were there to share it

I ran away, you found me out
And made me a believer
What we sought was simple,
It was who we were apart.

I just kept walking with you.
From Halloween to Christmas
Through falling leaves and wood smoke
Lights upon the snow…

It’s so strange…
How you had fought for this
Squandered your words
On my understanding
You made me a believer
When you did not believe

And it’s still strange
Time and time upon the images
That should be fading fast
But you’re still missing
When I smell the falling leaves
and I’m walking home alone.

It’s not news for me to be let down
If there was a way I’d take my fall
before you pushed
I’d take your blame and then the motive

I take a stand upon the trail
As if anyone would notice
that I missed the beat
Of one foot to follow the other
But I’m not inclined
To feel I’m walking home

I’m still here, but I’ll keep moving
I’m still here and I’ll go home.

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