I lived in it, like a pig in it’s pen. Reveling because I never knew when.
Realizing now that I am not my own, but piece of others grafted to my bones.
I see the kaleidoscope shimmer and change, allowing my fingers to relax on the reigns.
Unsure and uncertain is now how I ride, wondering what now grows inside.
The fire still burns furious and bright, but is only a flicker in the darkness of the night .
It all makes me weary as it does you but what are our option but to keep moving through.
One step forward because there is no back, one step forward off or on the track.
Open the gate to be set free, running towards the only light see.