A Returned Sense of Wonder
I awoke with a returned sense of wonder
Ideas to grow, backed by hunger
But I’ve been here before
Maybe who I truly am pulls me back under
To keep me moving on at all,
Once a week, I make plans for twice a day
I know what it is I take
The amounts, the colors, the shapes.
I know that if I say the names,
I might be revealed.
Some help, others,
I don’t know
Not until I’ve gained the weight.
I go on all the same,
Learning it day after day,
Trying to remember the lessons,
And forget the memories
Am I a realist,
Or an impressionist,
When I try to sketch who I am
With this ever changing brain?
So when I wake up with this returned sense of wonder
My mind starts to wander
Is this just another time,
My mind does anything to keep my hope alive?
A new passion to return to from time to time
Reading too much into her reply
Hoping for a quiet mind, by & by