Sloughing

They always like To be full with Knowledge Something Old fashioned But I like To be empty And vacant To renew To be light By shedding Anything Of my life as it becomes Junk scripted Bond Overused Tired Unsuitable For the life Modern Unable to explain Unpredictable Meet The challenge Of the present Demand Though They are very fearful I am very brave To be ignorant Again Of loss and profit In love and life As it was bliss Even a slight piece of anything used To keep me Smilling and pleased As I did not know what was happening in their mind Behind Now it is a burden as I know What going on under the layers Room green Back the curtain. The soul was Like a white paper Now Full of black ink It is blocking The new Removing Simplicity and virtue Very fast Getting rust Like a piece Metal iron I like To shed To reboot Before spring Born again To be A new leaf. I like to log off To log on With a gust Of wind full of vitality To run again Fresh and clean To gather anew On peace and love Life and death I need To delete Files and cookies To have Space. A place Blank calm, cool welcome Loneliness Out of the din Rouge thoughts Of the old streets To think To feel Deeper and more deep.