om

tied up are the ends
that were flailing about
the strings unattached
i wander without

those days are behind me
so long seemed the stride
but a mere step got me here
where the answers collide

my bag is heavy to bear
filled with beautiful, useless things
my mind: open, unloading
with the help this journey brings

i asked It a question
and It lead me to 'here'
halfway, i suppose
to It all being clear.