Batsy
Well-known member
Lessons I learned while I was gone
By Batshit
It’s been over two years since I hit the road
This life I had long romanticized finally came to fruition
And it’s been overall way different
Than I had anticipated
After leaving you behind
So long ago
I’ve watched myself grow
In so many ways
And my dear friend,
Now that our paths
Have
Once
Again crossed,
I’d like to share with you
A few
Lessons I’ve learned while I was gone
One:
Sometimes shit gets rough
Like,
Real tough
Getting stranded on the side of
The highway
In the desert heat
Being stuck in the snow
On a forest road
Being chased
Away
By an angry housie
Who can’t stand to see
Me
Parked on “her” street
So now I have to flee
Or the many times I was met
With a fate
That I couldn’t accept
And there was nothing I could do or say
That would allow me actual
Tangible
Control
So as a last resort
I prayed
Despite my lack of faith
Because the quickest way to make a theist
Is to put a nonbeliever in a situation
That only divine intervention
Can save them from
But soon enough,
When shit gets rough
I learned
Two:
How to ask for help
Some people get
Embarrassed
When the time for this comes
But the hardest hurdle
Is to get yourself out of your stagnant state of comfort,
Cause sometimes comfort only holds you back,
As progress leaves you behind,
So look a stranger in the eyes,
And say,
“I cannot continue alone”
Which brings me to
Three
The ultimate lesson I’ve learned while I was gone:
I learned that I belong
With you
Together
Our lives intertwined
And every time
I remove my
Presence from your life
The distance between us is felt
So vividly
As every mile I’ll someday
Retrace
To return your way
Vibrates,
Trembles,
Within my rib cage
Do they call it longing
Because I won’t see you
Again
Until a long time has passed
Or do they call it longing
Because I will
At once
Yet again cross
An extensive
Stretch of
So many lengthy miles
So I can arrive back home
To your presence
So many travelers discuss
Debate
Or simply have their own take
On which word for us is more fitting:
“Homeless” or “Home-free”
But perhaps I’ve left behind
A life
Where I’ve called a single roof above my head
My home
So I can find
That my homes
Are truly
The many people
Places
And experiences
I call my own
And since I’ve been gone
For so long
I’m happy
That at least for this moment
We’re here
Together
With each other:
Home
By Batshit
It’s been over two years since I hit the road
This life I had long romanticized finally came to fruition
And it’s been overall way different
Than I had anticipated
After leaving you behind
So long ago
I’ve watched myself grow
In so many ways
And my dear friend,
Now that our paths
Have
Once
Again crossed,
I’d like to share with you
A few
Lessons I’ve learned while I was gone
One:
Sometimes shit gets rough
Like,
Real tough
Getting stranded on the side of
The highway
In the desert heat
Being stuck in the snow
On a forest road
Being chased
Away
By an angry housie
Who can’t stand to see
Me
Parked on “her” street
So now I have to flee
Or the many times I was met
With a fate
That I couldn’t accept
And there was nothing I could do or say
That would allow me actual
Tangible
Control
So as a last resort
I prayed
Despite my lack of faith
Because the quickest way to make a theist
Is to put a nonbeliever in a situation
That only divine intervention
Can save them from
But soon enough,
When shit gets rough
I learned
Two:
How to ask for help
Some people get
Embarrassed
When the time for this comes
But the hardest hurdle
Is to get yourself out of your stagnant state of comfort,
Cause sometimes comfort only holds you back,
As progress leaves you behind,
So look a stranger in the eyes,
And say,
“I cannot continue alone”
Which brings me to
Three
The ultimate lesson I’ve learned while I was gone:
I learned that I belong
With you
Together
Our lives intertwined
And every time
I remove my
Presence from your life
The distance between us is felt
So vividly
As every mile I’ll someday
Retrace
To return your way
Vibrates,
Trembles,
Within my rib cage
Do they call it longing
Because I won’t see you
Again
Until a long time has passed
Or do they call it longing
Because I will
At once
Yet again cross
An extensive
Stretch of
So many lengthy miles
So I can arrive back home
To your presence
So many travelers discuss
Debate
Or simply have their own take
On which word for us is more fitting:
“Homeless” or “Home-free”
But perhaps I’ve left behind
A life
Where I’ve called a single roof above my head
My home
So I can find
That my homes
Are truly
The many people
Places
And experiences
I call my own
And since I’ve been gone
For so long
I’m happy
That at least for this moment
We’re here
Together
With each other:
Home