PAST REALITY

Looking back and forth
Into my ordinary life
I struggle to find divide
That pushed me aside
Within the undulating rigmarole 

Removed from most parts
Through childhood phase
I remained a fluid
Seemingly languid
Separated in two halves 

Both developing steadily
One on the outside
The other- underneath
Pleased among the trees
Denouncing authority distastefully 

In memory, most forgettable
This wayward life does seem
So much more living
So terribly unforgiving
An unbelievable past reality

-K.G.