Gathered

Gathered up by unseen hands

And rolled together slowly

Until we begin to crumble

In our most broken state

We are ready to be reformed

Bound together with new

Ingredients, experiences that have

Changed us

Unable to return to what we once were

We embrace the new

Look different

Feel different

Smell different

People can tell you have changed

Some will miss the old

And try to reshape but

You know you cannot go back

The future is already here

The sound of metamorphosis

You cannot return to the

Womb with its comfort and security

A new path is before you

Step out in confidence

And uncertainty

Thoughts

No matter how good you were, you cannot go back only forwards.

This is The Ghost of Mr Fox playing an open mic night. We were a good little band.

© John Monaghan 2025. All Rights Reserved

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