Adrift. I hear myself back there. Stuck with desire The past my genesis, far and deep. Where tales decide who i must be. Back there, lies were forged for good. Back there the truth knows no light. Back there evolution was denied time. But time, time knows you and me. Over and over again. Since the inception! Back there, i hear myself mocking my present. Hovering across the acres trying to save my identity. Trying to save tales about my previous lives. Tales about my prowess. Tales about Kings and Queens. But, is that it? Is this who i become. A root with only one direction. Cultured and cultivated for reasons that demand otherwise. Reasons that must change through seasons. Maybe it’s time. I think! A thought, getting louder and clear. Maybe its time. My people won’t forget ! I won’t fade away before these words seed the ground. Before they bulk into forests they are meant to be. Before the giants walk again. We will flourish. In this space like gods. The gods that we are. Adrift, only this time i see land. And its no illusion. more