It is a truth, that despite being raised in the convivial legion I call my family
I have always sought to be on my own, to daydream, to think, and to simply be.
It is not a question of whether I love or enjoy their company,
Because they are the most treasured of people to me.
But when I am on my own, I can breathe again. I’m not like an escapee
Because I do not need to be away from them to breathe freely.
And yet, my dreams are all about being far away in an unknown city…
perhaps it is the side of me that despises stillness or as I call it being dreary,
may hap it is only because I am afraid of becoming lost in all the debris
or maybe it is that I believe that far away there is something for me
It is a cliché to think something is out there for me
but I cannot help but wonder what it could possibly be.
So could it be that I enjoy being alone, because one day I will have to be lonely?
If that is true I will hold my family dear and dearer still and love them freely
Because they will always be held in the most precious of degree.
I never want to regret hiding away from the people who love me,
However, I will enjoy being a sad, lonely soul for that is how I am free.
So I will be here and home, but, at the same time far away vicariously.
So if you see me, standing off a little ways, let me be
I stand off to daydream, think, and breathe freely
So let me pretend I’m a land logged sailor breathing in the sea
Let me imagine I’m some sort of warrior walking through my saved country.
I’m sure that has nothing to do with my calling but I find it complementary…
And don’t you worry, I know those thoughts can only be imaginary
But I think these dreams and ideas of this mind of mine are lovely.
I will do my best to not let them take me away no matter how sightly.
And bide my time here with the convivial legion I call my family.