The Rolling Fields

It was amid the rolling fields
I had my first epiphany;
That others long had shaped my life
Who never meant a thing to me.

I’d ceded my identity
To those who’d never care,
And worried about hidden truths
That were not ever there —

A pointless life I’d led, a life
Of “oh, what might have been –”
But now, I’d reason to go back
And try it all
Again

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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