There are Ways

I thought of a path to be myself to see someone else Surviving high on greyhounds By becoming a caricature

A fictitious novelette of being

Flashing in the distance is purpose In which I thought I lost or at least losing as my ChilDren steadily Graduate into adulthood Where do I stand now?

Where can I be Now that The best parts of me are no longer in need

There are no ways back to the sound of smiles and gum-dropped nights of boredom excited days of normality

Averages just slip through fingers without a way to catch it?

ALthough with a SliCe of sadness I am proud of those I branded new in this world