you brought me to the edge of free-
a tattered soul,
and for your price you asked for
it wasn’t much.
it wasn’t hard.
you were a floating vagabond
who prayed that I could be your
I was spinning- hard and fast-
against my past,
but somehow you....
you never knew it.
just starting a revolution.
Times were good but we.....we never knew it.
By Sara Pufahl with thanks to Rob and The Writer's Island for the prompt: The Journey.