What’s left?

Come with me to the top of the mountain

And see

What’s left, what’s real, who’s still there

Maybe I’ll meet you for the first time

Maybe you’ll meet me again

Will anything remain the same?

With heads in the clouds

and eyes in the fog

More in focus than through the lens

We try to free ourselves from

Spirits roam

Finally back on their childhood plane

Looking down at the dazed, the confused, the insane

Unpacking the layers of thoughts

So useless here



Out of their element

extracted from the grid

Without identity or purpose

Just let them roam

Let them transform into the breeze and leave

And Be


-Scarlet Monk

Copyright Scarlet Monk 2018