Last night I deleted a ton of stuff All written to convince or impress Megabytes of pure shit After I did it I felt No sense of loss — no sadness I knew I had done the right thing And I still do — I slept just fine — that wasn’t me It was the weight of the past Pressing down on me — narrowing my vision That I had erased from my mind No more claims of yesterday — carried today I want to focus on what Is before me — right at my feet A member of the church of what’s happening now I want to travel light
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