here we are again.
to the side that is a residue of what i once was.
to hug my mother and sing a song with a past inspiration.
to be a public figure, with a glance i am recognized.
each place i go.. someone i know,
the struggle to hold fast to who i am
now.
how do we hold on?
only fourteen days with out
and a flow of currency that should collect
in order to place ourselves in
our new space.
