for a friend
by Kimberly Bauer
No strings, no ties, I must be free to fly.
Down to try anything once or again,
To let live or let die.
The king of Charm.
Everyone loves me.
But no one has a clue.
I can't be like them.
I can't be good.
I can't be enough.
I'll never belong.
But should I be forced to try?
I see beyond the facade of humanities dull mindset
I am not bound by the fickle possessions that define these souls
I, and only I,control my inclinations
and I move with the sea that I was born beside.
I will not belong or even attempt to be like them
I have no need to hide
I Move from state to state or oversees,
Not even soil can claim me.
Living the unorthodox life of a 21st century gypsy soul.
The twisted mix of talent and refuge.
Of achievement and personal solace.
I am not a mouse in a maze.
I refuse to play.
Author's Note: for a friend, about a friend. not finished yet.
Posted on 03/28/2011
Copyright © 2020 Kimberly Bauer
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/28/11 at 09:47 AM|
...you gypsy soul, you...when i was like you, i got mired in the way of most; spelled party-pawwwteee, and there were no clocks. mine[gypsy spirit] was quelled by my needs to marry and be Father Knows Best...love your quest,vicariously i live it...
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/08/11 at 02:17 PM|
The way you wrote this, I am there, feeling it. I've been through this, too - it never seems to really brush off like we'd hope, the feeling of *not good enough*. Sigh. This poem is beyond good.