Octopus fingers.

Turning inward.

Feel it, finger it, again.

What new shape the heart and mind?

No longer new,

the soul is settling down.

A period of roots and

city streets for the kids.

No place else to go really.

Sad perhaps for the idea

of what could have been.

whatever that was supposed to be.

Smiling more,

smiling less,

now it is all plans, schemes.

Attempting to gather more.

Satisfy the needs, wants.

More needs now,

rewards I call them.

Funny state of affairs.

The soul searching of an earlier period,

has given way to a focus.

To applying one’s skills,

to more and

needs and

wants.