Changeling


some moments more than others
I am certain I am changeling
I am reminded that I wander
in my mind too far from home

someday soon I will remember
in a blinding flash of knowledge
then the chariot of thunder
will return to speed me home

they will deck my house with flowers
while the silences encompass
burdens I have fled from under
on my final journey home

soon my dreams will all be ended
by my final journey home


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