five times a month I change forms..head back to a place I once knew..
I look around and everyone looks familiar.. but stair at me like I'm different..
As usual I feel I have been dropped into this place on purpose..
with their bleak outlook I press on the patch of change..
once the leader I am looked at as if I'm am an outcast..
the instructor of life I feel creativity running through my veins..
directing me in the path I travel, choosing what hand gestures to make..
soft cushioned common, water rushes like water tends to rush..
haphazardly I stick my feet into the turbulent..
I wish that I could take part on its adventure..
I realize I'm too large of a man for this little stream..
the mass of my body would be too great to be whisked away..
I allow the sounds of the forest to enter my consciousness..
when life in abundance surrounds me I always feel like death..
I slowly arose to find my toes buried in the soft silt..
I laugh at the childhood memories this simple action brings light too..
I'm in a dark library, this action is my flashlight, my memories books..
a bird chirping near by pulls me with force to the present..
I pull my feet from their chambers, and let the sun work its magic..
supernatural