Sense of places

Saddened by a sense of place

where things often drift along

in hindsight

and never change

Hinged to a forest floor

with thoughts and dreams

and fun little mind games

to pass the time away

I relent

and invent

and circumvent

reasons to engage 

and erase

and change

like a season within

quiet here

in all alone-ville

I guess

silent here

outside of the township

away from the energy

of a fading industry

mistakes lament

and invent

and circumvent

my tired mind

to a sense of place