GOING SOMEWHERE
by Chrissy Engstrom

My soul one night
was so tired.
Tired of where it
had been.
Tired of where
it was.
Tired evermore
of where it was going.
Or maybe not
going.

Standing still was
maybe its intended
destination...
Moving free spirit
growing restless
in the same
tired spot...

Until that night...
there was that guy...
and everything changed.
Everything.
Forever changed.
Happily
Blissfully
Changed.

That guy.
Something in his eyes.
It's him...
and that restless soul of
mine was put into perpetual
motion again. Blissfully changed.
Going somewhere now.
Happily going somewhere.

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