Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

Sunset Thoughts

Will the light look the same
When I have to move away
I'm so used to the view
From my childhood bedroom

Once I'm there, I know that I
Will have a grand old time
But for now I'm stuck in melancholy
Nostalgia. (Let me stay home)

But no, I most go
I must learn and I must grow
This childhood home can
Only be mine for so long

If I ever want my own
Place I earn and can call home
I've got to go, finish my degree
And maybe start my own family

Right now, just take a deep breath
And focus on the moment
Not the past, not the future,
But right now.

In this moment, this bed is still mine
I'm surrounded by my favorite books
Knick-knacks and photographs
And I'm alive.