I have lost myself
Somewhere in the scheme
Of daily doing
Being what others need
Taking my place
In the chain of commerce
That part of me
Which has passion
And life
Wandered off
Left this shell behind
No long silver cord
So show where they went
Just an empty ache
Of where they have been
And I wonder
Occasionally
When I can be bothered
To stir myself to stop
When they left
What was it that caused them
To travel a different path
One that was
So different from this
Black sucking pit
Wrapped in self loathing
And I remember the promise
Of sunshine and rainbows
The touch of waves against
My hand as it dangled
Deep in the moment of being
Seeing such wonders
At every corner
Sparkles in the eyes
Of the crooked dirty
Street beggars
As they smiled
And dreamed
My wonder led to determination
To seek out that
Long lost gypsy soul
That haunts some orange sky
As the sun hangs low
And lights up everything
It touches
Even me
(c) AM Hunter 2016
Green and Grey 