To Lay in the Grass

So my spirit can rest—a poem.

Photo by Victoria Tronina on Unsplash

Trying to make sense of it all, doing the best that I can. I want to let go, to be okay, to understand.

That there is no end in this, no need to hold onto some moving target. I don’t know; do I want to be alone? Do I know what I want? I don’t know.

I think I have an idea, but what we want changes, right?