Memories of a Pandemic Summer…

Ended an outdated, frail tossed aside Jon. That role can actually be worse than really being gone.

Over the 2nd class treatment especially if viewed as a child. Tired of that causing things to get wild.

It becomes exactly what comes back in return. 2nd class logic and childish acts, a language that can burn.

My personal metamorphosis now being done. A stasis that proved not so fun.

An old cocoon, now another empty shell. No longer a place to personally dwell.

The shell has not quite deteriorated yet. Looking back on things knowing what not to regret.

Making sure my wings are set and good. That way when I fly, I fly high and do as I should.

Had to wait to be ready to fly. Giving it my best while I have another try.

With change there usually is an environmental evolve. Yet simply another problem to solve.

If you know who you are and what you truly value. Nobody can send you off path or askew.

Love, hate, and all the in-betweens. They’re nothing if you’ve seen yourself some sort of King or a Queen.

That kind of title is lived, most definitely earned. Proving there’s a problem with what most people learned.

To most it’s “another day, another dime.” Sadly enough, that’s an unfortunate real concept of time.

~ The above was wrote on June 29th, 2021 while staying in Georgetown, Maine and doing travels during global pandemic hype. ~ Jon 6/29/22

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