With views
And bright lights.
Dirt and
New fights.
To spend time
Away, alone, without.
What will they think
A thought? A judgement?
Or worse...nothing.
Of me, of mine.
Old feedback
From years ago
From childhood
From newness.
Now oldness.
I breathe and walk
And repeat, new digs,
But still, one day,
One minute,
One second,
Lived now.
