Rootless

Rootless

This may make no sense

But it needs to be said

The life in which 

The days, weeks, months, years

Has occupied my soul

The life in which

The events, moments, memories

Has shaped my mind

Still isn’t enough 

Still isn’t enough

For all the things 

Collected along the way

For all those times

Lined up in my thoughts

Always in the background

A set of matches

Waits to go up in flames

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