One Real

..But aren't feelings weird? Can some never change?They might?.. 


All these years to pour into the people and events..


Filled with water get the empty mines, like those light-filled dents where it poured from, to combat the scares.. 


Look, don't you see mosaics made of quiet, space and a neutral glow, where I used to be ?? 


Handling me made you let me go, could have kept the balance of nurture, but, no..  


It'd be fun if a quarter hasn't gotten upcycled, of me.

Didn't know what you had, you'll never again..


There's one thing though.. Seems to cling to life  and it's not that exciting - poignant, blunt in your  face: it's the terrible lack of a wish to gain. 


That's my usual place: little light balloon's always pulling me by the string, nothing mine, nothing matters, it's the others' whims that make this a thing.  


So.. you know (nope, you don't) now you will: 

strange, and wrong at some levels, but if you want something - it may give me a fill, just for me - it will never. 


So, I go by the Book, do my best, as myself's nonexistent. That's the THING that got you so hooked,

 all THAT's there, One real thing, that's persistent.