A brief poem is necessary for this room where I've grown ten years. The next dwelling awaits in Austin! Next week, I begin staying with my aunt and uncle above Lake Travis, where I'll freelance and save money until, hopefully, UT calls my name.
Ready to leave this room;
return upon new seasons:
Remember what has changed;
realize what never could.
Searching through a prism,
seeing the light and shadow of life;
sensing absence and presence.
Soul stirring in a cold wind.
Tomorrow's room isn't as reminding,
the rent in a new town or city,
teaching you more about living.
Tell me again because I'm tired of unwinding.