here and there

CATEGORY

just different

I check in and out of reality
like a cheap hotel not too far into town
always hoping my next stay
will be longer than the last
but I find it hard to settle
stuck travelling inbetween dreams and nightmares
hazy visions of scattered moments
forgotten tomorrows and anticipated yesterdays
I find no peace in a stagnent place
no matter how hard I try
I seek no contentment in a nomadic lifestyle
or inside battered souls and withering spirits
simply looking for a body to inhabit
so that they may live again
I'll consume you like a potion
only hoping to alter my current state of mind
it's much better than it sounds i swear
I've yet to find a cure
I see no harm in a homeless man
why would I when I can relate?
I may not find solace in my journey
or in the paths I follow until my next motel stay
but I find solace in the discoveries
and I will take any & everything you gave to me
and submit it to the finest museums
hoping to display your craftmanship
and I will share the potions
and pass down the remedies
hoping to share with others what you shared with me