It’s the same spot. It’s the same view. 
But, it looks different now. 

The field is empty. Only thing that unlocked gate is
keeping in is lost dreams and overgrown grass. 

The walk here seemed shorter.
Uneventful. As if the magic is gone. 
Must’ve packed up, with parts of me and moved along. 
Called to another place, somewhere else. 
I feel the same way.

It’s the same spot. It’s the same view. 
But, from a different perspective. 

Another piece of my journey…I thought was permanent.
But, it’s now just a place of temporary sanity. 
No longer brings the same enjoyment.

-R. Short