By Kabriel Moorehead
Things will never be the same
Words of wise men that are imparted upon the youth as they
leave home
You never quite know what you’re getting yourself into
Leaving southern comfort in search of an ideal
Because home is where the heart is
Until you grow weary,
Of the constant aches and pains of a sheltered existence
The monotony is like a slowly dragging dagger across your
veins
Eeking out drops of life until one day you hit empty,
Becoming soulless and drone like,
Trudging through your days in a death march,
A fluid less trail of tears left in your wake
This is why children leave home
Unafraid of the unknown
Because the threat of becoming pigeonholed is daunting
Things are never the same once they return
With the anxiety of invariability removed
We become slaves to the system unchained
Purposeful in our slow, staggering steps towards
individuality
Things are never quite the same once we return home
Because we don’t want them to be
Copyright 2012| Kabriel Moorehead
