Rearrange what you knew

No que

The que is as if on track

Lost track

But lacks the knowledge

To tell the plan

No fan to cool off the emotion

Throughout the commotion

Instant devotion

To something known

But now well known

Don’t own the space

In this place

Where everything changes

And rearranges

No shape to form

It isn’t the norm

To sit and not soar

In the calm before the storm

To sit but not stop

The relevance will top

The ending result

May put you at halt

Somewhat unknown

Nothing can own

The lessons that are sewn

When you allow a new place to become home


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