Letting go

Young, Wild and Free,
every day was for me.
Time would stand still,
unless seeking a thrill.

No desire for the girl next door,
roaming , wandering ,
visualizing aspirations.

Oceans, mountains, cities, pastures,
so much to observe ,
only myself to stand for.

Stars at night seem so distant,
every moment stationary,
awaiting transformation.

I’ve arrived here alone,
derived from the unknown,
unaware my origin nor destination.

Seeking a reason ,
this road I must travel,
I remain in the dark ,
devoid of purpose.

The pathway of choice
is not for rejoice.
Travel your path ,
share what you’ve learned.

Crossing passage,
dispossessed of infatuations.
I merge with the stars,
as I look all about.

Evolving collectively,
time carries on,
revolving this orb,
yearning forming one.