RIGHT TURN
Where did you come from ? I was letting myself be And then , you arrived A site to see
We were friends once But then you left I thought I had you But away you swept
You always seem to leave Just when I think you ’ re mine Won ’ t you just stay forever ? Till the end of time ?
The harder I try to find you The better you seem to hide You always show up When least in mind
But when you do When you do arrive You ’ re the loss for words It ’ s hard to describe
You end up in pictures And subtle songs You bring pen to paper And paper to throngs
Sometimes you feel like That thing they call God That moment when everything And nothing is solved
You ’ re the answer To no question The spark For our inception
You ’ re the pulse Of every wave Only to be surfed Not to be swayed
The more you arrive The more I see My grip is too tight I must let you be
A dying man once called you A railway of the mind A train run off the tracks That paves a new line
If I had you forever Would I still love your rhyme ? Maybe your evanescence Is what makes you divine ?
You ’ re the road less traveled The road never traveled But the road we all want And need to unravel
You ’ re the right turn .
— Zak Kelm , OMS III
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