Leaving New Orleans


It took some time, but he untangled himself

from the past

And in so doing, he had discovered his voice

 

All the things that he wanted to say

and all the things

that he wanted to do

were now, at the very tip of his fingers

 

Leaving her

was only a small part of it now

 

It was a big world

and the door to his future was wide open

 

The whole world and his future

were there

just waiting for him to find it

 

All he had to do now, was go through the door

 

The theory it seemed, was beautifully simple

His whole life

he had always longed for simple

 

Just flesh out the points

and draw

the lines connecting them

 

That was all he had to do


And the rest, it seemed

would

take care of itself

 

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