A Visit to My Self

by John Barber

Where're you going?

I'm not sure I know.

Maybe nowhere

But I'll be there soon, though

I drift away

To the end of the gaze

My eyes stare calmly in a placid haze

The glimpse of peace blinks astray

I try to hold it as it whispers and fades

This cleansed my mind, at least, for a moment

Long enough to visit the child in me

A dream that awakens, but is just as soon dormant

As life clouds over who I should be

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